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For Summit on Information, UN Headquarters Displays Laser Messages by United Nations Photo on Flickr.On Human Rights Day a “No Slavery” message is projected onto the north wall of the UN Secretariat building, part of a media-art installation by Swiss artist Johannes Gees. The laser-beamed message also calls attention to the UN’s first-ever World Summit on the Information Society, held this week, 10-12 December. View Larger

For Summit on Information, UN Headquarters Displays Laser Messages by United Nations Photo on Flickr.

On Human Rights Day a “No Slavery” message is projected onto the north wall of the UN Secretariat building, part of a media-art installation by Swiss artist Johannes Gees. The laser-beamed message also calls attention to the UN’s first-ever World Summit on the Information Society, held this week, 10-12 December.


0 - vals by Tony the Misfit on Flickr.A Dream Within A Dream 
Take this kiss upon the brow! 
And, in parting from you now, 
Thus much let me avow- 
You are not wrong, who deem 
That my days have been a dream; 
Yet if hope has flown away 
In a night, or in a day, 
In a vision, or in none, 
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem 
Is but a dream within a dream. 
I stand amid the roar 
Of a surf-tormented shore, 
And I hold within my hand 
Grains of the golden sand- 
How few! yet how they creep 
Through my fingers to the deep, 
While I weep- while I weep! 
O God! can I not grasp 
Them with a tighter clasp? 
O God! can I not save 
One from the pitiless wave? 
Is all that we see or seem 
But a dream within a dream? 
Edgar Allan Poe

0 - vals by Tony the Misfit on Flickr.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe