The Price of Sunshine

One ole City dude I used to talk to sometimes in the park, told me that whenever confronted by intellectual show-offs, and pretenders, he’d just ask them, “What’s the price of sunshine?”

A Revolutionist might be a person who doesn’t care that He Cares; who cares that He doesn’t care; who doesn’t care that He doesn’t care, and who cares that He cares.  (I said he MIGHT be.)

Completion undoes necessary knots; that is, success can ruin the ordinary Man.

Simply being IN the human race is no guarantee you’ll win a tee shirt.

A Revolutionist’s thinking
is His moat, His behavior,
the drawbridge.

J.