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I didn’t have a computer anything. I didn’t trust them. People shot their mouths off too much on the computer and secrets got told, and they could even be broken into, and all one’s secrets stolen. If any of my secrets got told it would be by a tongue I would then cut out.

Emily Dickinson - The Soul Selects Her Own Society

The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —

I've known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —

~Emily Dickinson