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I've heard of a man not far from here whose hobby is reattaching fallen limbs to trees. It is also said that at least one major city has asked him to become the person responsible for making up each day's news, and yet another wants him as a spiritual commander.

 

 

Well, you could say that This-Kinda-Stuff is EVERYbody's kid.

 

 

Good City Life Advice-On-The-Halfshell:
When in doubt - stand for something or align with an institution.
(And of course if this doesn't work - write your memoirs.)

 

 

The ill will of the Revolutionist
should be confined to actual acts of murder.

 

 

Then there was also this one guy who'd only speak to himself through a curtain.

 

 

As he lay dying at the foot of his bookcase with his final gasps
this one man said, "Looking back over my life..."
(here he paused and looked back),
"I have but one regret: my serious underestimation of Matthew Arnold."

 

 

The grand voice of mortal philosophy cries out again across the cosmos,
"Life is a book and man still awaits a competent translation.
And one small planet thought,
"That all sounds very profound and promising unless you realize that man is the “author” of Life-the-Book."

 

 

A thinker with a mission is no longer a thinker.

 

 

Regardless of the maxims writ and bartered in the City, I can assure you that while there, it is not even remotely possible to
"Think too little
and talk too much."

 

 

Here in an old, but classic Fairly Tale that some of you may have missed as children. Once upon a cliche’ there was a guy who made tapes of himself talking about stuff which were later viewed by certain select groups, but were also open to public attendance and ofttimes after the guy had concluded with the comments he intended to be available to whomever, he added an "Epilogue to be seen only by the select groups." This he would mention at the conclusion of the public tape and anyone in attendance at a showing who was not part of the local select group would be asked to leave the viewing room and the Epilogue was always the same. The speaker simply instructed the select group to sit there quietly for four or five minutes, then laugh and holler uproariously for a minute or so, and then to leave the viewing area and rejoin the members of the public who had been positioned just outside the door to hear all of this. The select group was told to be smirking as they came out of the room, but to quickly cease doing so as soon as the public attendees had all seen the little drama.
(In some sort of homeostatic reflex it is said that one fine day this guy's own mind did the very same thing to him.)

 

 

I understand that the hottest new question sweeping the world of Psycho-Anthropology is: “Who was the first modern man to see himself naked?”

 

 

Á youngster writes from over that way and asks:
“If people didn’t tell ‘what-kinda-guy-they-are’ would they actually BE a guy?”

 

 

If you think anything's wrong then EVERYthing's wrong.
(Oh, okay, so I should "strive for increased truthfulness periodically"
so...okay there are some things that are wrong, flawed and dangerous...
now do you feel better?)

 
  J