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Surely Latin is the language of the gods. Perhaps even God. I should be not the least bit surprised upon inquiry of entry into Heaven to hear, “Salve!” in reply. If I hear, “Bienvenidos!” I shall soil myself.

Tonight I take pen in hand–more accurately, iPhone in palm–to tap out once again what thoughts may entreat themselves upon my mind, be they by invitation or intrusion. As my faithful readers know, I’ve not written for a certain spell…chalk it up to an early retirement unchosen. Beset upon the notion of scribery, but lacking a particular target, I chanced to peruse an incomplete listing of Latin phrases. There are many I love, among them Scribimus Indocti Doctique Poemata Passim (each desperate blockhead dares to write), Qui Tacet Consentire Videtur (by your silence, you are understood to consent), and Ignorantia Legis Non Excusat (ignorance of the law is no excuse). I chose the title of this little excursion into the Land of Come-What-May with every intention of expressing deep thoughts.

Turns out, the procession of jumble was neither lengthy, nor deep, nor of particular value to any decent person. In truth, deer (sic) reader, I write solely for my own amusement. Should a revisit of my scribblings prompt a smile, I declare mission accomplished and set sail the good ship USS Abraham Lincoln. Now that, verily, has set a grin. Should others enjoy my vagaries as well, so much the better.

Quod Scripsi Scripsi

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