Go Anywhere Friday

In that shady library just over there, a fellow suddenly stood up and exclaimed, “Reading history is like taking a trip without going anywhere!”  And from up in a tree, another voice added, “Hell, reading anything about, or by, anyone else, is like not going anywhere twice!”



A certain irritable critic on that upstart world over there, recently pronounced that poetry was intended as an “exclusive boutique for the insightful,” but has become a “goodwill store for the out-of-work whiners.”



On an up-and-coming planet in the middle systems, is a school of philosophy whose leader says deals in, “ideas that leave no forwarding address.”



One recent refugee was heard to say that sometimes he ran thoughts so fast through his brain that they hydroplaned.