One little musically mangled man liked to refer to his own thinking skills as, “my intellectual divertimento.”
First Verse to A Song With An Uncertain Chorus:
“If you can think fast enough you don’t have to think all that much.”
“If you can think enough your speed is of no importance.”
“The first two verses are fatally flawed.”
I am acquainted with this one man who says that one of the great joys of his life is in “reading to his son.” Curious aspects to this: First, I can assure you that what he said is the absolute truth, and the other two things are that he is illiterate and childless.
The first voice said, “Sometimes when I get alone and think of me I almost cry.” And his sibling voice asked, “Out of loneliness…sadness?” “No – disbelief.”
Sometimes hot questions have cool answers…and yeah, sometimes hot questions aren’t all that hot.