scribblings

So many people are like potatoes, not vegetables: Eyes but cannot see. Or corn - ears but cannot hear. That they are not vegetables is apparent: No vegetable has a mouth, and I hear incessantly from people with eyes that cannot see and ears that cannot hear.

There is no sense to be made from nonsense. That is the trouble with what some mistakenly call 'News'.

Somewhere there's a dejected reporter trying to report an important story only to be squelched by stories created for artificial needs created by the same media houses. Label it 'fair and balanced'. Toss it out the door like a body returned to sender.

At some point in a bachelor's life he has to ask himself why there is a hacksaw on his bed.

Inconvenient truth: That which seemed a good choice last night but is not such a good choice awaking to. This is also related to the 9 month inconvenient truth.

Boundaries define areas of unlike and, at times, dislike. Lines on maps simply do not seem appropriate in a world where streams of 1s and 0s are bounced around the world so you can read this line.

Be suspicious of answers. They're new questions in disguise and those are never to be trusted.

Mortality mocks you when you look it in the eye. The fun part is mocking back.

The trouble with some of the 'educated' is that they never outgrow their education, never go beyond what they are taught. Such people simply live lives of quiet desperation in better built prisons. You'll know them when you see them - they will be the ones who won't go that one step further, who are lost without procedure and process. They gravitate to jobs that fit inside their little prisons, trying to keep everyone they encounter in their little prisons. Pity them. They are broken.

"Those painful things behind your eyes? Thoughts. The pain goes away with practice."