Smoke and Mirrors

Motoring along

Modes of transportation seems to be a very individual preference. You can’t take everything with a grain of salt or a gallon of gasoline, but how one motors on any given day says tonnes about how one lives life.

Little Somethings or Others

When there’s nothing left in the innovation of the degree of difficulty you’ll find strangers and no-names still trying to push everything from here to there and what’s left is a lot of nothings.

Little left is little known

When there’s little to do little gets done. How little gets done depends on how little to do. Why little is known little people rule. When everything’s left no one made an effort to accomplish anything.

Music, unlike laughing, is most pleasurable when you're listening.

On a flip note, everything that the human body does with release is pleasurable.

Various bodies of intelligence have led me to believe that along the lines of differentiating temperature degrees lies that unaccountable, uncontrollable, but most instantiating applier of human emotion. It's not if but when. It's not where but how. There has never been a need for the green beret toting intelligisia. They cease to exist but revel in their unknown.

I took a ride to the country. The car was packed, the belly was full. It was a full day and the long grasses of the plains were butting up to the mountains in a threatening matter as if they meant to, with the same efficiency as the tortoise, one day overtake what most men have come to call one of the great wonders of the world. I didn't know it at the time, but i was driving on the abyss - that somewhat invisible crag that sifts between the present and worlds undetectable to the human eye.

Being consumed is rather ingestive. It takes place in the bowels of your enemy, at the pace of your enemy and for the benefit of your enemy. Nothing ever good comes out of it in the end too. It's a rule of nature i do not need to explain to you i'm sure.