*image by Ben Harubin

 

There is no such thing as a man alone, confused.
Other humans are always necessary.

One day some walnuts and the roots to the walnut tree had a discussion;
The roots couldn't talk, and the nuts could only because the roots sapped 'em.

Does this seem fair to you?
What the hell does fairness have to do with nuts?

He who talks can always claim credit among the mute.

Perhaps the greatest mischief possible for a man (past a certain point)
Is to become entangled in intellectual notions of progress,
of "getting somewhere" in his efforts.

While in the bowels of a building a man suddenly thought,
"I'm trapped between a boiler and a hard place." But quickly realized his error;
he was only seeing himself in a mirror again, and again momentarily forgetting
that he knew better.

One man wore shoes made of lions, and a hat made of parrots, and inside his shirt,
right next to his heart, he carried a hand grenade, along with the prepared cry,
ready to spring from his lips directed toward himself, that warned,
"Don't come too close!"

As he entered the crowded theater, he reminded his body,
"If someone yells 'Fire!' get the hell out as fast as you can."
And his body replied, "Hey, you're wasting your breath,
telling the wrong person," as it nodded toward his head.

Instincts prompt men to act, through thoughts they seem to decide to.
...(Quite a little game going here, huh?)