The Proof

One promising lad, obviously suspecting that even in a limited dimensional world possibilities still exist, developed as his initial maxim the following, “The proof is in the pudding, or else in the sauce.”

In this one cosmic territory, all of their intellectual recipes begin thusly, “First, clear off the counter completely, then break three extra large brains…”

Between meltdowns, this one fellow bemused, “Hah, I’ve got it all figured out now, the fun’s in the failin’.”

I overheard this one up-and-coming lad say that his current project was in constructing a fire-wall for his mind.

Dead men have no assassination theories.

J.