Undecidability is a useful category even in dealing with restaurant menus.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Only the most lucid can see their love as comedy.
Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.
We do justice coldly, injustice hotly.
The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.