*image by Ben Harubin

 

There is No substitute
for humans.

 

In a sense, a Real Revolutionist never finds His clothes comfortable,
he only truly feels so when plain nakedness is in fashion.

(No matter what you may have heard, read or imagined amidst City influences,
there is no substitute for humans.)

I guess one of Life’s more reassuring ploys is in having regular folks believe such stuff as,
“Genes don’t predestine, they predispose.”
(Beautiful, no?)

A person whose prime dream is to be a person “other people look up to”
could easily be a manager of a pigmy pole vaulting team.

The following IS pretty tricky, but I’ll mention it just the same:
Proper actions drive history from the mind.