Cross Currents

And yet another fission can be made of the universe’s intellectual creatures, the division into those who care what they think, and those who care what others think about them.



Some info is like chlorine in man’s earth pool, encouraging him to keep his eyes closed.



Only the
teensy weensy,
trial-size mind,
becomes cross
over cross currents.



On some paradoxical mornings, this one chap would look deeply into the mirror over his bathroom sink and say, “There’s no doubt I deserve the best, and look what I got.”



On this one star over near the foggy quadrant, during all their sporting events, both teams wear the same uniforms.  One of the benefits, so they claim, is that the games go on so long that the spectators really get their money’s worth.