Archives for September 2015

Boats were used. And an island.

There was only one way to invade and one way to complete the rescue.

High above the ground, they would use catapults from the treetops.

In effect, they would “jump in” as human catapulted surprise guests.

At your next dinner for friends…who will catapult in?

They’ll all sit down in the end.

Driving along narrow lanes, meeting others, but not seeing them.

We talk of “meeting” other cars on the road, as if the cars could talk.
Yet what we do is avoid them, pass them, leave enough space. That’s definitely the best idea.

The roads are defined at their edges by those trees, leading to hedges and furrowed fields, which then define the curves of the land.

When people gather to hear the gossip of local legend and the stories of travel afar, they hold heads high as if to tune in their ears, like an old radio dial.

New roads and new events connect. Somewhere.

Batteries live longer than peanuts.

Peaches get more votes than plums.

Airplanes win over rowing boats.

And, you win all the time.

It’s just that sometimes you don’t even know it.

Congratulations!

It is worth being misunderstood once in a while, in exchange for getting that word out just in time.

Of course it’s not worth uttering disgusting mutterings “just to say something”, but some things cannot be structured into epic quotes before we say them!

Stray from the norm, defy the upcoming storm.

It takes a few times and then…they’ll say you are a poet.

Why not!

The old Roman soldier looked down from a satellite and gazed at the images of the worlds deepest oceans.

Coral reefs, plankton and sea greenery were clearly visible and only where Caesar had spilled wine was everything dark and empty.

Crops were thriving between islands, as well as upon them.

They still are.

The armies of the stratosphere were at rest.

Quantum data abounds.

Only additive knowledge bases are useful when ideas seem scarce.

But we know, we know, we know.

“Me too”, said the bright lion to the sun.