Ivory Digits
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William M. Howard
October 19, 2010

Doctor of something, a PHD.
Or just a Master.
Certified by a collection of authorities.
Licensed by government.
All of which have such an institutional base of academia and jurisprudence.
But, I see over and over that people with real credential skipped the formality.  They achieved and then shared with extraordinary activity.
I continue to persevere in sub areas of true importance by contact with folks and serving and sharing.
People of all ages look and listen.  Children assemble and express physical affection.  Adults ponder, admire, and covet.  In between folks, especially a teen, now have a spur attached to their limited attention.
My credential is simple.  It has no scholastic attribute.  It is not recognized by any high societal exclusive community.
The credential is made up of mind and spirit.  The credential is the result of meandering through walks of life, listening and observing.  The credential is added to by world events, media pontification, anxiety rumor milling and children wide eyed expressions.  The credential has been painted by suffering and elation. The credential is of time passed.  The credential is in part: Cogito ergo sum
There is a deeper meaning to “I think, therefore I am.”
This brief excerpt of being is made up of an unabridged source.
My credential does not hang on a wall.
I have no credential in legality.

Yet, within a few moments and an opportunity, I speak and the bestowed commission is evident.



Ivory Digits
William M. Howard
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PO Box 316
Jefferson, ME 04348-0316
(207) 214-7912

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