A man wrote The Wham Bam Doctor and asked:
"Are we balanced when our abilities equal our inabilities?"
And the doctor replied:
"I will be glad to answer that question, but first I want you to go ask an elephant why he can't tap dance or work crossword puzzles."

A man once wondered:
"If life could laugh -- would it laugh at man playing out his normal roles,
or at him trying to figure things out?..."

There was once a land wherein the creatures most talented
were those with the capacity and inclination to always feel they were not sufficiently so.

Just as how all travel's stopped
when the end is reached of a cul-de-sac,
none will even that far go,
who knowledge of the highway have.

Thus continues, on problem days,
scenes of intellectuals pondering the possibility that: "They are happiest who know least."
(A non warming thought even to those desperately chilled.)

A Warrior's Off-The-Books Medical Tip:
The cure for stress is shock.

A man wrote to The Tightly Strung Doctor and said:
“But, for the few, is not shock the cure for everything?"
And, to help prove his point, he pretended that the doctor replied
with a highly insulting remark having nothing to do with the matter at hand.

Links In The Chain Of Specious Conflict:
Theorists dislike experimenters;
cartographers, explorers;
dreamers, the awakened;
and seekers, finders.
This is how it's intended to be
this is how the routine parade keeps moving.

February Fairy Tale:
In the year 3000, on one world,
was held a reunion of all the living and the dead
who'd discovered The Secret,
and the gathering was given the name: Can You Believe It?
The End

There was once a world on which all the creatures were born purple,
but, as local conditions dictated that they should develop further,
it caused all the healthy ones to believe they should be green.
It is the simple who picture man's initial encounter with god to have been
a negative one.

One man asked a mystic: "As regards the matter of a transcendental state of consciousness, why do your kind generally speak of it as a 'spiritual' experience (which seems inherently and inescapably vague and imprecise), rather than in terms of a mental one, which could lend itself to more exact descriptions?"
And the mystic replied: "I agree, but then I must ask you, what the hell's wrong with you people's hearing capacity?"

As he would bounce along from mountain top to mountain top,
one man would often sing to himself:
"The check's in the mail,
my pecker's in my pocket,
I can plug into life,
my mind is the socket."
And then one day it all snowed him under.