You gotta bend over to be a critic.
No one REALLY knows how to change, or they wouldn’t talk about it.
One weekend thinker declared, “All change is illusionery,” and his running partner retorted, “Yeah, but so’s all stability.”
Oh, here’s a new one I copied off a bathroom wall back in a City dive, I mean, “refreshment emporium,” let’s see, it went, “He who would be a sailo,r must first learn to navigate land…” Did I copy that down right?
One half-alert City poet put it this way, “I sometimes fear that with man, Nature may be a bit too much. But who can imagine her without us?”