The Counterpart

During moments that a neural Revolutionist is not being entertained by life – he’s not a Revolutionist.

In the dust on the bar, the man wrote out these words:

“A man’s mind is like a little feller, put up on top of a real high dam, and put in charge of looking after the thing, but given no instructions…(plus, no one ever comes to relieve him).”

Every person has a counterpart –
and you don’t have to go looking for him.

A gentleman who lives in town, in the Third Ward says:
“I do not have a backyard, and thus have nothing to say on the matter.”

As the rapidly maturing young man, was about ready to join the civilized culture of his times, a maven so instructed him:  “Over here, a man with few pretentions, has few friends.”

J.