Why let them order you about? Why let them tell you to hurry and scurry like ants or maggots? Take your time! Saunter a while! Enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the breeze, let life carry you at your own pace! Don't be slaves of time, it's a helluva way to die, slowly, by degrees...down with the Ticktockman!

Writing is a holy chore.

Everyone is entitled to an *informed* opinion.

Thus, from admiration of one wise and innocent child, and from a misheard remark, the process that not even Aristotle could codify was triggered. Where do you get your ideas? I purposely mishear things.

I am not one of these people who instantly takes umbrage when he's corrected or - I love being corrected.

Anyone who can not write should.

The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.