The Parade

May I be allowed the pleasure to “assume” that by now many of you, when you hear the word, “opposite,” think in its stead such symbols as, “counterpart,” and “collaborator.”  (May I have this small comfort?)



One guy, paddling about in a stream off the main thinking river, reached over the side, splashed a little water on his face and announced to his by-then, non-existent troops, “You know, if you had a ‘real good’ plan you wouldn’t even have to go on.”



“Although I am indeed,” proclaimed this one chap, “pleased to have learned that the species is spacious enough for all individuals, and the universe big enough for all localities, my supreme delight is in discovering that I am large enough for all my me’s.”



One who can see far away, (dimensionally speaking), might plot a map covering time, not space, and one anxious for a grand excursion might be able to chemically translate such a document.



No need to arise any earlier for a good parade route spot, for the triumphant armies are passing right through you.