Routine Things

An ordinary Man says, “I need to talk about my interests; the more I explain my ideas to others the better I understand them myself.”  Thus, a routine thing is never fully formed and plotted until it is declared.  Only those incomplete, impossible scenes formed from the pieces of three different puzzles offer any promise.

That which may seem t be firmly in the arms of the D-wind can be viewed from another area of the dance floor as a king of “hoped-for-C.”  And from the balcony it can be seen that the partners of the Three Muses are all the same, only different in time.

I once met a Man who, when emotionally upset and destabilized, would only admit that he was back working “part time.”

“You must learn to hold the irrelevant dear.”  I once mentioned this to a guy on the sub-continent, and damned if he didn’t start a whole business with it.  Then again, a bit West of there I told another old dude that, “Man must strive to rise above his older, baser passions,” and he damn-near killed half the population trying to get the message across.

Each person, no matter their Grid position, no matter the schematics of their wiring; be they tall, fat, short, slim, gleeful leapers or midnight weepers, one and all, be they blatant, joyful proof of Life’s good health and continuing growth; had the fertilizer plants been destroyed, Bach would no longer be among us.

J.