There was once this kid who, when he discovered he could fix something with two fingers, would then use one; while under the same conditions his brother would commence using three. Their mother seemed relatively proud of the brood, and their father began to secretly make plans to lease them out at competitive rates.
One guy’s thoughts
proved to be a perfect paradigm
of his digestive activities.
The mayor of one City
finally made it official by announcing,
“All of our up-to-date methods
are based on out-of-date ideas.”
Regarding the possibility that nothing can be completely understood in an area where it is ordinarily talked about, consider a variation on an old musical line, to wit, “I Just Can’t Live Somewhere Where I’m So Deeply Wanted.”
If you know just how to do it –
the last bus has always left.