Well, I have to admit that Filll's pretentious attempt to take the high road by telling his opponents to disengage was pretty funny. I'd already seen that the RfC had ceased making any forward momentum, so, while it's still on my watchlist, I wasn't interested in debating much more.
If everything goes as planned, I'm going to do a little camping, hiking, and maybe fishing this weekend. I've got enough real-world things trying to cause me stress, so WP and the ID RfC really don't rate too high. There's nothing like the mountains for a little peace and perspective.
QUOTE('Norman Maclean @ "USFS 1919: The Ranger, the Cook, and a Hole in the Sky"')
It is surprising how much our souls are alike, at least in the presence of mountains. For all of us, mountains turn into images after a short time and the images turn true. Gold-tossed waves change into the purple backs of monsters, and so forth. Always something out of the moving deep, and nearly always oceanic. Never a lake, never the sky. But no matter what images I began with, when I watched long enough the mountains turned into dreams, and still do, and it works the other way around--often, waking from dreams, I know I have been in the mountains, and I know they have been moving--sometimes advancing threateningly, sometimes creeping hesitantly, sometimes receding endlessly. Both mountains and dreams.