Prejudice Is A Product Of Ignorance That

There Is Much Unexplained In The World. It Behooves Us To Be Wary At All Times. Just When You Think You've Got The Hang Of It, Along Comes String Theory, Collateralized Debt Obligations Or Björk's New Album, And Bam! You're As Confused As You Were When You First Started.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Writing Is A Subtle Art That Is Reached Mostly By Self-discovery And Experimentation.

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

How Fishy On The Fishiness Scale? Ten Is A Stickleback And One Is A Whale Shark." "a Whale Isn't A Fish, Thursday." "a Whale Shark Is--sort Of." "all Right, It's As Fishy As A Crayfish." "a Crayfish Isn't A Fish." "a Starfish, Then." "still Not A Fish." "this Is A Very Odd Conversation, Thursday.