Squibs sift the cosmic chaff for bits of brain bran.
The mystics can break the rules because they have seen God. We others must be careful not to end up seeing eternity through a noose.
"Don't be evil?" That's really hard. How about we start with the slightly easier, "Don't be a jerk."
The crammed shelves,...the piles of books,...evidence of my vain search for wisdom.
Each pole should fly two flags: one for the NRA, and the other half way up for its victims.
To accept guidance to the light, we must first admit we're in the dark. But beware the guides!
Our devices are like the old Model-T Ford. Everyone wanted one, everyone needed one, but they broke down often, and the roads were unspeakable.
Our storehouse of knowledge is always looking to expand. Unless we cut off funding.
The mystic is happy to sit quietly. Boring! We seek bedazzlement. And if it's fact-based bedazzlement, so much the better.
Sunrise, the silent housekeeper, sweeps away darkness with the great broom of light.
I need a thousand just to get on my feet. Spans of twenty and a hundred years are the small change of time.
Avoid the illusory Great Nose, where you look down on others as they look down on you.
They swallow conspiracy theories who cannot stomach the true mystery of the world.
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ReplyDeleteWe others must
start with the slightly easier-
piles of books-
one for the NRA:
To accept guidance to the light.
Our device are
always looking to expand.
The mystic is happy,
the silent housekeeper,
the small change of time,
Avoid the illusory Great Nose!
Stomach the true mystery!
Lovely!
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