Privacy Policy

PRIVACY POLICY FOR Imaginary Line

This privacy policy sets out how Imaginary Line uses and protects any information that you give “Imaginary Line” when you use this website.

“Imaginary Line” is committed to ensuring that your privacy is protected. Should we ask you to provide certain information by which you can be identified when using this website, then you can be assured that it will only be used in accordance with this privacy statement.

“Imaginary Line” may change this policy from time to time by updating this page. You should check this page from time to time to ensure that you are happy with any changes. This policy is effective from March 2, 2009.

WHAT WE COLLECT

We may collect the following information:

Name, Email Address.

What we do with the information we gather

We require this information to understand your needs and provide you with a better service, and in particular for the following reasons:

Internal record keeping.

We may use the information to improve our products and services.

We may periodically send promotional email about new products, special offers or other information which we think you may find interesting using the email address which you have provided.

From time to time, we may also use your information to contact you for market research purposes. We may contact you by email, phone, fax or mail.

We may use the information to customize the website according to your interests.

Security

We are committed to ensuring that your information is secure. In order to prevent unauthorized access or disclosure we have put in place suitable physical, electronic and managerial procedures to safeguard and secure the information we collect on line.

How we use cookies

A cookie is a small file which asks permission to be placed on your computer's hard drive. Once you agree, the file is added and the cookie helps analyze web traffic or lets you know when you visit a particular site. Cookies allow web applications to respond to you as an individual. The web application can tailor its operations to your needs, likes and dislikes by gathering and remembering information about your preferences.

We use traffic log cookies to identify which pages are being used. This helps us analyze data about web page traffic and improve our website in order to tailor it to customer needs. We only use this information for statistical analysis purposes and then the data is removed from the system.

Overall, cookies help us provide you with a better website, by enabling us to monitor which pages you find useful and which you do not. A cookie in no way gives us access to your computer or any information about you, other than the data you choose to share with us.

You can choose to accept or decline cookies. Most web browsers automatically accept cookies, but you can usually modify your browser setting to decline cookies if you prefer. This may prevent you from taking full advantage of the website.

This site may carry interest based advertising for which Google or other third party vendors use cookies to serve advertisements on this site. Googles use of the DART cookie enables it to serve ads to our visitors based on your visit to this site and other sites on the Internet.
You may opt out of the use of the DART cookie at any time by visiting the Google ad and content network privacy policy at http://www.google.com/privacy_ads.html.

PERSONS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE ARE EXCLUDED FROM THIS WEBSITE

This website is not lawfully accessible to persons under the age of 18 or who are otherwise covered by the provisions of the Child Online Privacy Act of 1998 (COPA). If you are under the age of 18 you must leave this site immediately. Fraudulent use of this website may make you subject to civil or criminal sanctions.

LINKS TO OTHER WEBSITES

Our website may contain links to enable you to visit other websites of interest easily. However, once you have used these links to leave our site, you should note that we do not have any control over that other website. Therefore, we cannot be responsible for the protection and privacy of any information which you provide whilst visiting such sites and such sites are not governed by this privacy statement. You should exercise caution and look at the privacy statement applicable to the website in question.

YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION

We will not sell, distribute or lease your personal information to third parties unless we have your permission or are required by law. We may use your personal information to send you promotional information about third parties which we think you may find interesting if you tell us that you wish this to happen.

You may request details of personal information which we hold about you under the Data Protection Act 1998. A small fee will be payable.

If you believe that any information we are holding on you is incorrect or incomplete, please write to or email us as soon as possible, at the above address. We will promptly correct any information found to be incorrect.

QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, OR REPORT OF INCIDENTS

You may direct questions, comments or reports to: comment section of this blog.


REVISIONS TO THIS PRIVACY POLICY WITHOUT NOTICE

This Privacy Policy is dynamic. It will continually change. You may not assume that it remains the same and you agree to check the policy each time you visit the site for changes. Unless, in the sole opinion of the website, this policy changes so drastically as to suggest a posted notification on the site or via email, you will receive no notification of changes to this Privacy Policy nor, under any circumstances, does this site promise notification. Your continued use of this site always evidences your acceptance of the terms this Privacy Policy or any modifications.

LATEST UPDATE

This Privacy Policy was last updated on: April 6, 2009

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The Servant

He had served for many generations .

He had served as was his nature, without hesitation, with complete dedication.

He always gave the best that was in him and he never lost sight of his mission.

To serve. To serve the boy, the youth, the adult that was put under his care and protection.

And when his man died, he wept in grief; and then, mostly in joy, helped him on his way.

The cry of a new born baby always announced his next mission. His baby, his mission.

He stood by, never seen, rarely acknowledged, always firm in his protection.

He was true to his nature, he could but do otherwise. Always respectful. He could, and did, protect as long as his protection was accepted. No matter what.

At first he thought the best times were the early days before adulthood. Then he realized he always loved his mission, his man.

He met fellow servers. Some were joyous and seemed to shine. Others were sad, a shadow of the light they used to be. But they all unfailingly gave there utmost. It was in their nature.

One day when his latest charge, a boy named Nicholas, was still quite young, he felt his light begin to fade.

He didn't understand. The child was special so it couldn't be. There was something so pure within this child, so simple, so full of love that the protector felt protected.

He talked with the child, and perhaps more importantly, the child talked with him.

As he felt his light fading, he knew he had to leave. He had to go quickly before he went completely dark.

He was torn between his sense of obedience and his mission to serve and protect.

As the boy got into bed and said his prayers, the servant felt his light shine for a brief moment with greater force.

The child was smiling at him as he said "Goodnight".

"Goodnight, Nicholas" he whispered back.

The child turned over on his side and hugged his teddy bear.

As the night drew on, the servant felt weaker, as if he was being pulled upward and away.

He struggled desperately, and as he did he drew closer to the boy. With his finger he touched the teddy's forehead.

When he was next aware, he was dazzled by His presence. He forgot where he came from, where he was going and melted into a state so blissful it cannot be described.

Once in a while a vague memory flashed by. Each time he tried to catch it, but failed.

He then noticed as he recovered his light, that he was incomplete. He looked around and realized he had permission. After all, he was free and could choose.

His light was strong, stronger than it had ever been. His mind was clear, his heart was full. Or nearly full.

The servant looked down and with a sense of joy realized he looked upon the boy who was asleep.

The child lay on his side with his arm around his teddy. The teddy was looking up at the servant, with a smile on his face. They looked at each other for a moment and then the teddy wrapped his arms a little closer round the boy and smiled mouthing a silent "Thank You".

That night the child dreamed. He dreamed of being a boy living the greatest adventure of all time. And the marvel of it all was that he had the most fantastic thing one could hope for.

He had two friends. His Teddy walking by him, and his other friend. A friend with shining light and bright wings.

His Angel Friend.

His Guardian Angel.

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Too many teachers say that.

It is frustrating. Adults say that sort of thing to make kids shut up.

The first time someone said that to me, I flushed in embarrassment while the other kids laughed at me.

Have you noticed, most jokes make fun of someone. People laugh at ... not with ...

My second thought was “Poor cat”.

I tried to imagine a cat hearing a noise. As he goes to investigate, his curiosity aroused, he finds the granddad of all rats (with a curious resemblance to my teacher). He overpowers the cat, squashes him, humiliates him, and then eats him.

The image of the frightened cat, hissing, hair on end and the smug look on the rat’s face followed me around.

Curiosity has probably been the driving force behind human development. If we didn't become extinct can you imagine how boring life would be?

A life without “why” would also be a life without “because”. Without questions, “how”, “what”, “when”, who”.

Aside from an absense of journalists, we would be very dull indeed.

I always saw this cat been eaten and surrounded by a group of smaller rats laughing away, as if it were the greatest joke of all time.

Then one day I saw the cat, who heard a noise, investigate and come upon Grand Rat. He froze. His hair stood on end. He hissed.

Grand Rat puffed up into a monstrous being.

The cat knew he was done for so he attacked, slashing with his claws.

Grand Rat deflated as rancid air flushed out of him, making him grow smaller and smaller. Pathetic Rat could no longer hold his head up.

The cat walks tall with a smirk on his face.

“Curiosity killed the cat!” he said to me.

“And satisfaction brought him back” I shouted.

The giggles were aimed at the teacher.

There was a price to pay.

But I walk with a smirk on my face.