Song for Man

In the City Library I once read this comment, “The most pressing of Man’s problems are not to be solved, but merely outgrown.”  (I wonder how long he expected the rest of us to live?)

On his deathbed, one Ruling Power serenely summarized thusly, “Ah, all is surely well with my life as spent, how ELSE could I have possibly gone wrong.”

Truism Update #24:

“Evil is to who evil thinks.”

Update:

“Lithium is to whom lithium thinks.”

“And-then-I-wrote”…No, seriously folks, I composed this little song for Man, and it goes something like this: 
I got molecules that taste,
I got molecules that touch,
I got molecules that hear, smell and see;
then I got this “elemental sensation,”
 an “atomic generation,”
called “ME.”  (For the time being, supply your own tune.)

You should probably never agree to “hold hands” and “be buddies” with anyone who doesn’t like Latin music.  (Or, at least, Mozart.)

And off at a certain right angle, I surveyed the falling place of the few recruits, and discovered on each hidden headstone the same epitaph, “There was none, save one, to show me my way home.”

J.