*image by Ben Harubin

 

Words either blind you or direct you.
And even when they direct you,
If you look at them more than a couple of times,
they'll still blind you.

 

As he reached across the table, a father said in a son's direction, "You do realize that, at the molecular level, every day's Sunday?" And as always the lad was pleased that the source of his existence would take the time to notice him by way of a word play on his position in the family structure. And while men ordinarily show no signs of recognizing such, life continually does the same for them by way of allowing them to live yet another minute.

(And a boy asked his father, "Just what was the purpose of the inclusion of that last line about life's awareness of us individually?" And the elder made derisively scoffing noises as he jellied his toast.)

And as they strung him up by his thoughts, he screamed in a dramatically theatrical voice,
"I am not a grain product -- I am a man!"
(Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say...under torture.)

When one man heard a song entitled "It's Raining In My Heart" he thought,
"How curious, that's not at all where the rust is in me..."

And a boy asked his father, "What was the definition of satire
before it became 'a homing signal for morons'?"
And a well-turned-out gentleman asked his local expert, "Do you by chance have even the slightest idea what's going on here?"
And the expert replied, "If I did, would I still be here?"

Definition Time:
Thought-based Enlightenment (or if you prefer, Intellectual Enlightenment):
The tossing of a rope to a drowning man while he's being hanged.