(Warning: Rant coming. " No offense intended. If you get offended in the course of reading this blog post, please keep your thoughts to yourself.) "How, spite of your human scorning, Once more God’s future draws nigh..." I love this poem by the amphibian researcher (called a "herpetologist" HA) Arthur O'Shaughnessy (who reportedly died of a chill in his late thirties so wear your coat people) Ode We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;– World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire’s glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song’s measure Can trample a kingdom down. We, in the ages lying In the ...