Talking things to death without arriving at a conclusion creates confusion. And delusion.
If people lose their faith in talk what have we got left?
A baby eel is an eft.
Wisdom may be proclaimed in a word, so also may the absurd.
Quality not quantity is what its all about.
Wisdom whispers in your ear while others rant and shout.
Words are not inherently bad, believe that and you’re mad.
Ask your dad.
Thou shalt not kill was said so long ago.
By some white-bearded so and so.
What does he know?
That so and so.
Mind how you go.
Prepare for snow.
Your watch is slow.
My time runs out and I must go.
I wish to make the implicit explicit.
When you see a mouth, kiss it.
That’s all you need to know.
Its hard talking to those who don’t want to know.
Yours faithfully, a so and so.
And so I sink into the bottomless abyss.
31st August, 2017