Wax Your Shoes

A Revolutionist once realized, and noted to no one in particular besides his own ole rusty self, the folllowing, (spelled with three “l’s”):  What you really have is whatever is left after you have forgotten, or lost, all you THOUGHT you had.

That one ole City Philosopher I sometimes particularly enjoy, recently proclaimed, “There are two ways of looking at everything; this way, and some other way.”

In the City panaceas don’t cure anything.

Here’s a “what-if” for you heavy duty troopers:

What if brain molecules could speak directly, without having to go through the middle-man stage of the tongue?

If EVERY one’s gonna dance, you don’t gotta wax the bottoms of YOUR shoes.

J.