One man (who claims to have an Inner-Galactic Muse Permit) mused, “Thinking is akin to warfare; many bemoan its commencement, and many dread its end.”
And then there was this other guy
whose attitude toward himself
was just about what you’d suspect.
Whenever he was going out of town, this one chap would pack a small valise with several of his own, home-town opinions – just in case he had to stay overnight.
That which is obvious
is fading fast.