No explication, or comment to follow:
In the heat of an argument, I heard one City chap accuse another by the invective of declaring, “You’re nothing but a commuter brain.”
Whenever you find yourself temporarily stuck in the City, at least stay on the move.
City ways, continued:
They will erect statues, buildings, and bridges to a dead man they wouldn’t say “Hi” to alive.
C & D can hold hands floating through the Tunnel of Love, while it is E that owns the carnival.
The answer to all of Man’s unanswerable questions is in his unrecognized captivity to a world of incomplete dimensions. All mysteries would be as plain as sweet potatoes if Man could see the full dimension of things. The unknown is simply Man’s best view of incomplete pictures; his conception of imperfect info.