“You have a good one” is akin to saying “Have a Nice Day.”
Isn’t it ironic that “A Good One” is also a congratulatory phrase used when someone tells a “Good Joke?”
Men are most apt to believe what they least understand.
Quotation from Michel Eyquem, Of Cripples
An attribute expresses a value and is associated with a person. Attributes provide a default value, but in most cases, individuals can revise an attribute’s default value. Custom attributes become personal extensions, often visible even if one doesn’t have intimate access to the user’s default.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose,
Loveliness extreme.
Extra gaiters,
Loveliness extreme.
Sweetest ice-cream.
Pages ages page ages page ages.
Poem by Gertrude Stein, Sacred Emily
There are Real Friends and there are Placebo Friends. Real Friends are reliable and very rare. Everyone else is a Placebo Friend, part of the control group that stays with you only through the good times. That doesn’t make Placebo Friends evil. One can be both a Real Friend to someone and a Placebo Friend to another.
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t lookin’
Lyrics by Eminem, If I Had
Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
Quotation from Aristotle, Eudemian Ethics
Today is Mother’s Day. May you see all the grains of beauty and happiness the world has to offer.
Is money money or isn’t money money. Everybody who earns
it and spends it every day in order to live knows
that money is money, anybody who votes it to be
gathered in as taxes knows money is not money. That
is what makes everybody go crazy… When you earn
money and spend money every day anybody can know the
difference between a million and three. But when you
vote money away there really is not any difference
between a million and three.
Poem by Gertrude Stein, Money
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Poem by William Blake, Auguries of Innocence