Come nothing or high water!
Rather than utter a curse word, my maternal grandmother would rely on the word "nothing" instead.
Brainstorming about history, politics, literature, religion, and other topics from a 'gypsy' scholar on a wagon hitched to a star.
Rather than utter a curse word, my maternal grandmother would rely on the word "nothing" instead.
I wrote a lot about nothing recently, but are there any necessary connections among any of the various statements that can be made about nothing?
Note that I ought to have emphasized yesterday that because curiosity at least injured the cat, though with the cat bearing responsibility for the injury, then for that reason was curiosity entered into the Cat-alogue of vices.
"Curiosity didn't kill the cat; it just left a scar on the cat's soul."
One paper this morning writes of a certain politician that he had been "slain by his lifelong friend."
The old gray mare
"In the Beginning was the World, and the World was with God, and the World was God."
"For God so loved the world that he killed his only begotten Son before I realized that I had misquoted, but the milk was already spilt for our sins, cry though we might, so it's too late now, for we are condemned already as disbelievers who will never understand Johannine soteriology."
. . . that we had something to look forward to. Or for that matter, to look back upon.
A wrinkle in time is just what to expect of an aging universe. Likely also are some gray hairs of gravity. And especially the spaced-out mindlessness of space . . .
"Oh, a kid'll
eat the middle
of an Oreo first
and save the chocolate cookie
outside for last."
Last, eh? Still the back of the bus in those days, it seems. And salvation? Salvation's got nuthin' to do with it.
"Nothing will enhance your taste in books more quickly than cookbooks."
"You gotta learn to start thinking outside of the boxing matches if you don't want to play with fire and get burned."
"There is a snake in the crabgrass of every well-intended garden."