Apparently by way of some encouragement, if not correction, one father told a daughter, “Just remember, you can ‘sing’ the blues without having the blues,” and she was suddenly struck, “What a joy it is to live in a flawed reality.”
It’s only since humans became involved that “Justification” got a bad name.
On this one planet
they always let
everyone else do
the “ground work.”
In this one, I’ll admit, unusual state, the king each morning, immediately upon arising, would gleefully proclaim, “The king is dead, I know he’s dead, long live the king.”
One little feller was so intrigued by the activities of his own brain that he gave it its own little Latin name: Ubiquitous Non Sequitur.