Patience

I can remix this and present it to you in a variety of guises, but let me just put it to you bluntly:  What in the neon-hell is the use in saying anything about things already done?

An ancient Eastern sage was presented this question:  “Would a dove prefer to be kept in a cage by a king, or fly free in the wilds?”

     One man said, “It would prefer to be with the king, even in a cage, and to benefit from the companionship of a greater intelligence.”

     A second man disagreed, “The bird would prefer freedom, for no limit on one's liberation is worth its cost.”

     When the Real Revolutionist learned of the question, he snatched the sage right up to his face and said, “You dumb mother fucker.”

Patience is the best remedy for all shortcomings, except, of course, impatience.

Amidst all of the routine babbling man does regarding “gods,” there was one group that was interesting for a while:  Instead of believing that gods created the universe, they thought it was the other way around.

At the very least, the Real Revolutionist has a remedy for any passing bouts of routine conscience – bad memory.

J.