The Drug of Choice

 In the City, amongst the spiritual-types, reform, not cocaine, is the drug of choice.

What is Life up to in causing Man to enact laws against his own nature?  The Few don't need them, and the Many are wired to resist them.  (And from a ditch right near one of the “City 

Limits” signs, a slurpy voice was heard to say, “The more citified and civilized they get, the more I'm glad I discovered the fringes.”)

Anyone who doubts the lustrous power Life has given to Man’s Yellow Circuit is not properly advised of, and hence astounded by, the invention of mathematics...one and one is two; one and 

one is YOU.

All of the City’s great philosophers and cultural pundits, regardless of age, class, or wealth, when in any intellectual doubt, blame women.  Come on gang, let's hear it now for these pencil-prick cerebral pygmies.  (God, I hope sarcasm is still just a misdemeanor.)

I keep hearing Men speak of their species as the “rational animal,” but I ask you, “As opposed to what?”  If you will show, and define for me, an “irrational animal,” I will find you a sure-footed priest, AND a humble quarterback.

The real proof of a god's omnipotent presence would be that he was SO powerful he didn't even have to exist.

J.