I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.