By-Products

I ran across a tome in the City entitled, “The Philosophy of Physics,” and damn if they haven’t gotten their words reversed again.

One guy in the City said, “I feel like I live in the Eastern Time Zone, and my brain is in the Pacific.”

In the dear ole’ City, you can count on this little piece-of-business:

A Man, who doesn’t believe himself superior to others, ain’t.  Out in the Bushes this is not simply reversed, this is simply hilarious.

Sometimes, just before sunrise, over a rusty, dusty City sky, a keen eye can clearly see that the by-products ARE the products.

Behold the optimistic, though dazed, City thinker who declared, “What we must now do is introduce some stable form of morality into the world of mathematics.  Men made equations, Men can solve them.”

J.