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I was looking at some of my objects at LambdaMOO, and I came across a scroll I was holding, and it made me smile in sort of a sad way. It seems as though I am constantly moving in this direction, searching for somewhere more satisfying to spread my roots...

There appears to be some writing on the note ...

... I began to feel like a tree whose roots had at last broken into the rich, wet soil deep beneath the surface. I'd never
before had the occasion to think of myself as more fortunate than others, and yet I now was. Though I must say, I lived in
that contented state a long while before I was finally able to look back and admit how desolate my life had once been.
I'm sure I could never have told my story otherwise; I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no
longer enduring it.


--from Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden