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A Neural Revolutionist trying to "inform the public" is like a stud bull singing grand opera. (There's no connection between the two, but SO WHAT!)
[That's just the point, now, ain't it].

 

Remember: One man's trash is another man's garbage.

 

At a social gathering at the City University, I overheard one fellow say to another these words, "Regardless of one's attitude, or indifference towards the institutions of religion, I do not see how a truly enlightened man can hold a passionate disbelief in a god; after all, what 'thinking-man' would “not” like to meet someone more intelligent than himself."

 

"Hey", said one guy, "I'm beginning to get it now; Life wouldn't have invented chocolate AND vanilla unless it'd 'a wanted to know which one was best.

 

One guy who was alive for a while ain't any more.

 

A guy passed me in the park and growled,
"The things in life you can 'count on' ain't worth countin'."

 

Over in that City district between Technology Towers and the University Hospital, a sincere appearing gentleman looked closely at his brain and announced,
"If you ever get these things perfected, call me."

 

This one author, as a spur to his creative steed, would, as he was writing, simultaneously sing aloud the national anthems of countries he didn't know.

 

"I'm sorry sir," said the pretty official...maybe that should be "petty official" -- none the less, he told the citizen, "I am indeed truly, truly sorry, but according
to our official directives, 'one who is blind cannot properly appreciate how ugly one is.'"
After a mutual pause, the civilian muttered, "I do so truly hope this has no application regarding intelligence."

 

On this one geometrically aside planet,
they have attempted to bridge
the frequencies between the animalistic,
macho sections, and those drifting therefrom,
to such a fever that their most popular current sport is
“Chess Played With Forklifts.”

 

If you discover something, you can become famous...
(There is one exception to this.)

 

"I sorely beseech thee, my brethren", cried out the captain of their spiritual institution, "I beseech thee not to do this terrible thing."and the people yelled back, "What terrible thing?" and immediately their religion disappeared….
(only to be replaced the next day by a new, improved version).

When this one fellow first heard the truism, "fair's fair"
he just absolutely went to pieces.

 

The powers of one state decreed that according to his own wishes, a condemned prisoner could be either executed at the university, in the sports stadium, or over by the cemetery; this in line with what the King said he perceives as a
"kind of choice, even in death."

 
  J