Martha, My Mommy
I realised some time ago, that I was not so much a thinker as a doer. Perhaps there is some truth to the class differentiation that used to exist between different strata in societies, and that which still exists today (You Bourgeois, Me Proletariat).
This poem by Kipling truly sums up the way I feel about my existence - an part of me that will never change.
It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
-The Sons of Martha
