Flaevius, the other password was lost / not written down, ergo "lost account". But you might recall a phrase it contained:
There is no mystery that likes us not
- bluntly, our particular (western) civilization is adept and not afraid of solving problems. Thus mystery likes us, since we 'undo' its ails.
The thread being locked by Maccy as being too old to be revived, and no one pointing me to the claimed poetry comp substitute (I couldn't find it) -' despite my asking if I recall correctly.
I find such things therapeutic for my dryness. A childhood habit, as noted above. The collected works editions of Shakespeare, and Oscar Wilde, were the brainfood of those days.
Foxeye - I see no argle woo stuff in my posts on-screen, nor posted any. I can only suppose the forum software mangles latin, or foreign languages, for show to viewers.
Ftr, aside from the last 2.5 to 3 weeks here I have posted absolutely nothing online in any forum soever, blog or other thing, for about 10 calendar years. Hence my rustiness. Im pretty much a whale: rarely seen, at home in the deep, soon to return there, etc.
Of course the deletion of my post above by the mod was quite legitimate by the full technicality of the definition of dirt: matter in the wrong place.
NVR - I tried to reply to your earlier post at the time but couldn't post it due to a "exceeded forum limit of 15 posts in 24 hours" restraint.