Temporarily Out-of-Order

Over in one section of town I have run across groups of People playing a new game, sort of “Intellectual One Down-manship” whereby one person might say, “Believe it or not I have never been to the symphony”.  And another responds, “That’s nothing, I’ve never actually read a full page of Shakespeare.”  It still sometimes surprises me what People in the City will do to keep from being thought of as…

In the City, nothing is certain except the past, and memory’s power over those who believe and trust in it.

After attending a history lecture, I once heard a fellow muse to himself regarding some of the statistics just encountered, “How can it be that throughout history, four percent of Men have ruled the other ninety-six?”  How indeed, can the few so control the many.  Now and then, it is good to find a person not enslaved to that curious habit of self inspection.

Even the basest of tyrannies are freely supported by some. (Put THAT in your pipe-of-self-knowledge and see who salutes it.)

If the sign is correct and instructive that says, “If temporarily out-of-order, please do not bang on this machine; the owner is NOT inside.”  Then why do Men continue to bang on one another? 

J.