*image by Ben Harubin

 

Our joke for the day:
There was once a man who took himself seriously.

Our not joke for the day:
In a mousetrap, one man caught a water buffalo.

And one man's operational attitude for the day:
"Not in spite of, not because of, and certainly not otherwise...of."

This just in:
A viewer complains about an earlier item:
I wish you had not made mention of the sea floor always giving up
and letting rise dead matter, for it has caused me to now picture the thoughts
in my mind in a similar fashion.
Thanks for nothing -- thanks for something -- thanks a lot, and thanks a lot!
(I intended that final 'thanks a lot' to be sarcastic...I think.
Yours, etc.

 

From one local view there are two kinds of Earthly creatures:
The verbal, and the nonverbal.
And likewise from a local view there are two kinds of verbal creatures:
Those who are simply verbal as the spirit moves them; and then a few others
who have taken a personal though willfully impassionate interest in the source,
significance, power, and purpose of the verbal.
It's easy and ancient enough to allude to the power of words,
yet staggeringly tricky to actually grasp it.

One man says:
"I've just about come to this conclusion though I admit that
I still don't feel I fully understand it, yet I'm almost thoroughly
convinced that we have a choice of either being able to be conscious
by way of our mind, or by way of our nature."
"Don't ask me to try and explain it any further.
Right now that says it all for me, and I don't want to try and push it past that."

A stranger, standing near where the road appeared to begin,
said to a man newly arrived who seemed ready to step thereon,
"You might watch out for the fact that for the first few miles you think
you know where you're going."
"Then you become less certain. Then after that you again believe that you
see where you're headed, but this time...well, this time it's not quite the same."
(And the man bent down and pretended he needed to retie his shoe as he
quickly tried to process what he'd just heard.)

A man soaring up a mountain on his surfboard sang to himself:
"Directions, directions
soothe mental infections,
but being told where to go (if you accept it as so)
will give you athlete's foot
in a place you never expected!"