Heirarchy of Contrasts

No matter what you call it, somebody’s gonna call it something else.



After sunrise
all myths look the same.



In an act of what may have been “helpful emancipation,” I heard a chap declare that he was straight away giving all of his possessions their freedom.



He who gets there first,
is the least likely to burst.



Might any of you benefit if I hinted
at a kind of Hierarchy Of Contrasts, and
offered the following starter kit, to wit: 
Sex is to the Red Circuit
s anger is to the Blue, and
as discovery is to the Yellow.