Nothing Much

Even if you’re naturally tall, still stand on your toes.



Update, Form G-124:

Not only is the world “big enough for everybody,” but the naked reality of same is funny as hell.  (If you see what I mean.)



You should not carelessly leave a loved one, or small child, under a pile of statistics.



Around a fire, out near the near-dense bushes one night, I heard a Man in rebel garb say that a “Real Revolutionist is just a person more intelligent than everyone else, who impartially knows and accepts it without fanfare, comment, or complaint.”  (Perhaps the gentleman was sitting too close to the flames.)



In the City, nothing much helps, and nothing much hinders.