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Started this before change to "New Blogger", as backup in case of trouble with digiphoto blog "In a Small Dark Room", or rants & links blog "Hello Cruel World" . Useful - at one stage Dark Room was there, but like the astrophysical Dark Matter, we could't see it ... better now, but kept Just In Case.

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There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and wandering and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy and Sorrow and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought.
Mark Twain (letter to Joseph Twichell after his wife's death)
[me, on a bad day]

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Habemus Papam  
Habemus Papam
News has run through the city, and the bells are ringing in Rome. The people are gathering in Piazza San Pietro in an ancient vigil. The city and the world know there is a new Pope. They wait to see who will appear through the window and step onto the balcony.

There is a room where the newly elected one usually goes to prepare himself for the step that starts an extraordinary journey, I believe it is called The Crying Room (Chamber of Weeping). Even for someone who hoped and schemed for the position, it must not be an easy transition.

Someone must have put in a good word for Benedict XVI - at least we can put paid to the George Ringo jokes. It's Uncle Joe, sometimes called Cardinal Rat.

Well, we shall see: Man proposes; God disposes. The rain has started here in Sydney, and I am well overdue for bed.

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