*image by Ben Harubin

 

One guy's current ode to his efforts:

"Read, read, read,
man, am I close;
think, think, think,
boy, am I close.

Read, read, read,
man, am I close;
think, think, think,
boy, am I close.

Man, am I close or what?"

Only one with the proper view of this sort of thing can feel somehow a bit sad over misplaced joy.
...(Especially his own, verging on idiocy.)

Accomplishment in the specialized mystical field is the ultimate in non- accomplishment.

One creation myth says that, shortly after man's brain created him,
he caught that leftover neural section (which had named itself God)
tossing trash out on the highway, and that man decided to punish him
by making him try to live up to his self-assumed name.
Let his be a lesson to all you less-than-naturally-tidy nippers
sitting by the windows with candy bar wrappers in your hands.

In re: Certain Sticky Things And The Things To Which They Stick:
Be advised that the books aren't yet closed on the matter -- in fact are never likely to be.

One man's current "favorite" question:
"If all talk about it is useless,
and all thought about it is useless,
than what are we left with?"

(He asks me to put the word favorite in "favorite question" in quotation marks.
Guess he's hinting that he's not actually all that happy with it, huh?)