The Daily
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WHEN CHICKEN AND EGGS
GET TOGETHER,
THEY LAUGH AT CORN
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Post-Holiday Edition
January 3, 2007 © 2006 JAN COX
The King told his Chief Of Staff:
"Don't you ever let any subjects come before me who won't whine.".....The one thing that even one king can't seem to do is to stop himself from imagining that his subjects are laughing at him.
A Connecting Rod: It is possible to dance backwards and do something else at the same time; it is, in fact, required.
One nice warm Wednesday afternoon, a chap who had long been thoughtful and literary said to his mind: "You know I have no interest in just being negative, but I must say that I sometimes wonder--If man is as smart as we want to believe, why has it been necessary for him to contrive the notions of metaphor and symbolism?"
(Prior to this instance just noted, several others have thought about this question; but they did so only once--and very quickly at that, and then never mentioned it to anyone.)
The revolutionist mind
will dwell on the obvious
until it becomes of no interest.
A local god, hearing the natives sing the praises of specialization, once, for the better part of a day, created nothing but left-handed bricklayers named Buford. (After that, he was more careful where he picked up hints.)
Regardless of any evidence in support or contradiction thereof, one area of one man's brain continued to sing to glands and hormones: "You've got a friend."
Wednesday Update:
(Original): Once the people understood that they were the government, everything was different.
(Revision): Once thoughts realize that they are the mind, everything can be different.
Under some conditions, "making an admission" is like asking what time the next bus runs.
One fellow concluded he was making real progress in that he no longer had to constantly remind himself that "dying is no fun."
...(You know that kind of dying--the kind that takes years, and years, and years, and years.)
In a contest between "those who know the most" and "those who know the least," the winner is--(da dat dada!!)--The king's brother-in-law!!! ...(Yeah, it's always him; what'da you expect?!!)
In one land the law requires that before you can "help others," you must have a full-body, bulletproof suit.
(Upon hearing of this, a man in another place attempted to "cement-in" his brain--[just as a defense measure, don't you see].)
Wednesday Wrap-up:
The ability to die proves little.
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