Well, it's eleven o'clock and I have
got to go to bed soon. So this is going to be a stream of
consciousness thing, rather than anything planned or planed or even
sanded nicely so that it can take a varnish finish. Or lacquer, I
suppose, but lacquer is really only for wood, not words, even though
wood and word are spelled similarly to each other.
Lots of things are similar to each
other. The problem with classification schemes isn't trying to
decide the difference between a tree and a tiger, but between two
very similar trees, especially when some people say that one isn't
really quite a tree, it's more like a very large bush with a single
trunk. Which would make it some sort of shrubbery, I suppose, which
means Roger has to drop by and say 'Ni' for everyone, even though
Roger the Shrubber never said 'Ni', nor did any of Arthur's knights
say the other phrase that the Knights Who Until Recently Said Ni said
later on, when they were asking Arthur to cut down the largest tree
in the forest with a herring.
And yes, this is the kind of thought
pattern that I deal with all the time, although I don't usually write
it down, random associations like this percolate and bubble and cloud
their way through my head all the time.
Of course, it would help if I could
type telekinetically.
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