Midweek Midnight Madness

Something that makes you laugh at noon
can make you cry at midnight.
Does this have to do with the nature of thought,
the nature of time, or with the formation
and consideration of such inquiries as this?


I overheard this one fellow say that,
“One thing about being human is that
it leaves plenty of room for improvement.”


Grief is always local.

(Grief that must be talked about is of a
secondary order and thus becomes local.)


If you were to think of “Things-Specific” as being
the anti-matter to the matter of processes, then
Things-Specific must have their own anti-counterpart…
(Anyone care to take this one for best two out of three falls?)


What secret is worth a damn if no one knows it?
(The alternative I cower to consider.)