So here's a game for the weekend:
What's more fascinating than the many things man does not know?
His forgetting of the things he does.

Mythology Update:
According to yet another version of one creation myth, man got driven from the original garden of paradise like this: Life told him not to talk, then made him start talking, then pretended to accidentally catch him at it, and get mad about it as to run him off.
(And, by-the-old-by, if this rendition doesn't make perfectly good sense to you,
then you're still as conned as was Adam.)

After a lifetime of studying the situation, one man finally came to this:
"Once you've pointed out that the mind makes up everything it thinks -- what else is there to say about it?"

He not only (as soon as he thought this) found it highly interesting, but, shortly afterwards, found it even more so when he became aware that, in spite of him now having thought and realized this, he forgot all about it more often than not.

So here's a song title for Saturday:
"Only The Mind Forgets -- Never The Stomach."

In a desire to be a part of the "new age," one man read many books, attended numerous lectures, then said to himself: "My body does have an unsuspected intelligence of its own -- it must -- all these other people say that it does. And why would I listen to them if not to get information that I could not come up with on my own?"

We gather here not to bury the experts,
but rather to define them more clearly...

A large part of being civilized is in pretending that you are more civilized
than you actually are.

And once again we are greeted by that intriguing, unique, mortal reality of
something not so functioning as though it were.

Only those less than fully mortally realized
ever stoop and slip to criticizing man.

Now for this Weekend Tip from our "Field Guide To Visually Impaired Birds":
How To Spot Those Who Know Something From Those Who Don't:
Those who do never say that they do.