*image by Ben Harubin

 

There's a particular spot in our universe that you can yell into and sounds
will come back that sound like whatever you want them to sound like.

There was once a race of men who could talk directly to the dead,
but they abandoned the practice once they realized they were only talking to themselves.
(Oh yeah, everybody else but them went on believing they were doing it.)

Today's Little Holiday Story About Life:
Life once decided to torture one group of creatures by making them believe
there can be more to life than there actually is.
...Wait a minute: we can do better than that. Okay, here it is:
Life once decided to favorably single out one group of creatures by making
them believe there can be more to life than is actually there.

A man asked a stranger:
"What's the difference in feeling unique and having someone stuff a hippo in your backpack?"
And the stranger had a really good laugh once again from the sparkling array of local conditions (as perceived by the locals, that is).

There was once a woman who for many years believed it was possible to
"tell lies and misrepresent the truth." Then she undertook what proved to be a
rewarding examination of this question:
In what place, within a finite space,
does some space hide from other space?

There was once a planet on which it was prima facie cause for involuntary
psychiatric confinement to say that you wanted to "know yourself" better.

One man's most recent "private tattoo" reads,
"Do as conditions demand but do not think about the conditions."
(It's in a nice blue and gold script.)