Weekend Parables

Who could enjoy a book with no title?  But who can see that a joy with no name is a joy times three.

A man once noted to himself that the intellectuals of the world are without a true spectator sport, and after some thought he arranged a kind of “thinking match” between appropriate participants with special EEG’s hooked to their heads that projected their cerebral activities into large, colorful holograms.  Well, it all seemed to be going pretty smoothly, until he encountered a certain snag in his “all intellectual activity” scenario.  He found that only certain physically oriented men with gangly oriented tongues could function as commentators.  Artists: 2; Philistines: 2, as we pause for this word from our sponsors. . . (Is this a parable or what.)

Whilst working on the power line, the electrician turned to his apprentice asking:

“What would, say he, if he found a current that was its own source, and a power to its own amp be true?”  (I have not the heart to comment upon the shocking implications herein.)

A man was once brought before the bar of justice on two charges, and after his trial was completed, the court sentenced him to “death plus 40 years.”  As they were leading him away his attorney slapped him on the back and commended him on his luck, in that he could have received 60 years on the lesser charge.  (Is this a parable or what.)

The park poet left the stage, and as the crowd was leaving, I overheard a man say, “How utterly boring.”  (I learned later that this was the same person who, after reading a book entitled, “The Unrecognized Impact of Theory, Belief, and Assumption,” dismissed the author’s efforts by declaring, “Well, that’s his opinion.”)

J.