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The Daily Reflections
of Jan Cox

On the outskirts of one area was a sign that warned:
"Stories with Morals--Go No Further!
Footnote: You can tell the health of a people by their proverbs and myths; of course, if you can see beyond the horizon you can tell by about forty-two thousand other ways also.

Some way, the mad doctor got hold of the universal microphone and blasted out for all of creation to hear--"We're all dying of stupidity!"--which was "quite a joke," since we're all dying anyway.

 

 

There was this really strange reality that would make it rain and yell, "Quick, everyone inside!" then make it sunny and shout, "Okay, everybody outdoors!" and like that.

 

 

Some things seem more closely connected than others, but not so much as to make any difference to a madman with atomic powered hedge clippers (if you think this might have something to do with "new ways to think," then you may have come to the right place).

 

 

One chap consulted his plumber: "Do you think that reconstructive surgery of the mind is possible in our lifetime?"

 

 

The more ordinary minds perceive kinship, the more they perceive "problems" (thus accounting for many common views of family, and of life).

 

 

Downtown, a little boy asked his father,
"Why do the dumb always look so serious?"
("Hush, child, don't be talking like that aloud while you're alive around here.")

 

The locals have their choice from two categories of gods: either those with a sense of rhythm, or those with a sense of rhyme; that is, either dream-forces who can clap on the off-beat, or those who know the words to the song.

 

 

As the planes continued to back up and happily taxi about, the runway thought, "Hey, who needs me!"
And one area of one man's mind, that he named the Cerebus Potentium, thought, "If that little story about airplanes has anything to do with yours truly, then yours truly is out of here."
On his and everyone else's behalf, I think we must all admit that there's only so much any decent brain can take.
(So there, you-all.)

 

 

A true revolutionist mind has no contemporaries.

 

 

The Professor of "Advanced and Extremely Advanced Mathematics" told the young thinkers that in their calculations they should ignore height, breadth and width and consider only volume and velocity.
(Some left bewildered, some left better, and some left seeking even more advanced classes.)

 

 

For the people's birthday, the King proclaimed,
"All really smart people act r-e-a-l-l-y dumb."

 

 

Just before the end of the show, Commander Happy told them, "Remember boys and girls, there are two ways of looking at things: the 'good way' and the 'REAL good way,'" and a snot-nose down in front said, "Don't you mean there 'are two ways'?!"

 

 

One man came to the conclusion that all proverbs promise "something for nothing."

 

 

Under ordinary circumstances, the collective can experience that which the individual cannot; as in: a generation can absorb, use and transform new energy-information that eludes the grasp of particular minds. Thus is the tempo and mechanics of the overall system maintained.

 

 

One guy said,
"I sometimes miss being depressed."

 

 

Now to our neural, ennobling Tairy Fale for Thursday: A god once assigned to an area of inactive expansion immediately began putting up signs on unoccupied properties that said, "City Sewer Lines Available" when he knew damn well they weren't.

 

 

The restaurant in one fashionable bus station advertised, Cuisine Fit For A King" when what they served was swill-- but no passenger ever complained.