Thinking About Paris

One man thought:  “If I’m so smart then why can’t I be all of the time, the way I am some of the time, and want to be all of the time?”

Then further thought:  “Because smartness has so little to do with it.”

Another man thought:  “If I’m so pushy then why can’t I be all of the time, the way I am some of the time, and want to be all of the time.”

And further thought:  “Because aggression has so little to do with it.”

And still another man thought:  “If I’m so spiritual then why can’t I be all of the time, the way I am some of the time, and want to be all of the time?”

And further thought:  “I guess because you-know-what has so little to do with it.”

And wouldn’t you know it, a fourth man heard all of this and said to himself:  “If so many things have so little to actually do with it, then why are we standing around her yacking about it!”

(A chap, apparently uninvolved in the above, told the clerk:  “I believe I’ll have a Danish, plain, if you please.”)

What’s the sense in thinking about Paris
when you haven’t even reached France yet? 
Okay travelers – back to sleep.

One day while thinking about stuff, a man said to himself: “Perhaps the easiest way to do it is simply don’t criticize anybody – even mentally.”
And one of his thoughts responded:  “Why don’t you just shut up!?”

The ends do not have to justify the means or anything else – the ends must simply identify themselves.

No matter your art, if your work is not surprising, it’s not fully entertaining.

J.