“When you get right down to it, most security is based on the honor system.”
Here’s a scene straight from television. Two characters are at a computer terminal when suddenly intrusion warnings flare up.
“No way—I’m getting hacked! They’ve already burned through the NCIS public firewall.”
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(My mom’s method of curing hiccups when I was 5): Just hold your breath until you turn blue and pass out. When you regain consciousness your breathing will be normal again.
1) YOU ARE NOT AMERICAN!
2)Mine was always hold your breath and swallow 5 times. But I prefer yours.
A Soldier Like Me.
So long it’s been.
Since I felt your touch,
Since I kissed your lips.
So long for a soldier like me.
So hard it’s been.
To go on with you so far away,
To act as if I don’t feel this rip eat away my soul.
So hard for a soldier like me.
So much I’ve lost.
Waiting to hold you,
Waiting to feel your gentle skin.
So much for a soldier like me.
So many tears I have shed.
Thinking of you,
Thinking of us.
So many for a soldier like me.
Yet while wallowing in my own pain.
I have neglected you,
I have forgotten you.
Too much wallowing for a soldier like me.
If I had but the tiniest idea of your pain.
I could have run to you long ago,
I would have held you long ago.
As tight as I dared.
Please forgive me now.
Let me be your rock again,
I wont move while you choose.
Not this queen’s soldier.
Give me your fears and your pain.
Let me march them away,
Let me bury them far away.
So you could never see.
Give me your hand to guide.
Let me take you far away,
Let me steer you to some peace.
If it’s all you let me do.
Show me your fearsome wrath.
Destroy everything in your path,
Become the queen you already are.
So that I may live to serve you.
Learn you are just and full.
Do not deny your power,
You are more than I.
Just a lowly soldier.
Be the woman you’ve always been.
Reveal herself to you,
Stop hiding beneath your tiny ‘guise.
And take charge of your kingdom.
You need not be any more.
You have all you need,
Just remember I love you.
Your adoring soldier.
There is a girl. She stands on the edge of the fall, in flowing silk and satin. Her hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders in ebony spirals, thick as forest and holding secrets, and shells and braids and beads. She turns to me and her eyes flash. They sparkle, mesmerising. Their deep…
You were standing in the wake of devastation
And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
And with the cataclysm raining down
Insides crying “Save me now”
You were there impossibly alone
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope but failure’s all you’ve known
So this flowed out in about 10 minutes. I only changed a couple of words and I really like this.
The White.
The white is clean. Unblemished It has no emotion. It does not pick and choose who to affect. It his us all in ways we cannot begin to imagine. What happens then, we choose. If we let it in, it engulfs us. Pain and purity. Rack and relief. Complete, it raises us. An ascension so high even the birds cannot match. Past the stars and into a new world. The future before your very eyes. But do not yield! It is a trick! The longing for it will break you. You will tumble to the ground. It will pierce at your mind, blind your sight, break your heart.
The white is clean. Unblemished. It had no emotion.
The white is deadly, fearsome, destructive.
The white us our hearts. Our love. The white is in each of us. Embrace it. For your own sake, embrace it.
