Wednesday Pause

One of our intepid – should that be “intrepid”? – friends writes, (I guess they know which one they are), to say that she’d personally be much more impressed by the News if they didn’t change it every day.

A man who can’t pause
between his thoughts
don’t know how to pause…
or else maybe, think.

Over in this one reality
they never hold it against you.

One ole guy said that the only thing
he hated worse than “inanimate objects”
was – yep, you guessed it.

Over in another apparently thriving universe, whenever he didn’t know what to do next, their god would “make an announcement.”  (At a lower level, a spokesman for one neural network noted it was probably propitious that this wasn’t possible in his domain.)

J.