As to myself, the fact that my self does not exist is quite obvious to me.
Tag: humour
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Health and Safety
While standing on the shoulders of giants, please refrain from becoming overexcited and jumping up and down!
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Anniversary Song
Anniversary song
My love for you is so strong –
it’s fathoms deep and furlongs long –
it spans the continents and disregards all borders.My love for you is thick as soup,
it never dries, though it may droop,
it stays past closing and outlasts last orders.My love is this and also that,
it wakes with me and comes to bed,
it feeds on laughter, tears, cheese and beers.It lasted me through thick and thin,
it’s in my heart and in my spleen,
and here’s “Cheers!” to a lot more years! -
The march of evolution
The grand evolutionary procession:
striding elephants,
lumbering rhinoceri,
stalking lions,
gliding giraffes…
We walk tall next to them, leading our children, hand in hand.
Most of the ones on display are better adapted than us,
a lot are bigger,
a lot are stronger,
a lot are faster,
a lot are more vicious,
but none are as dangerous.
What is it that separates us from the rest?
Some of them use tools
some of them have complex language,
some of them sacrifice themselves for others
some of them murder the members of their own tribe…
Each specific characteristic is shared.
But in no other species do all these traits combine
to form our unique capacity
for self-serving
self-indulgent
self-destroying
self-delusion. -
Conversation overheard at the train station
There is another train, mummy!
– Yes, there is. But it is not our train.
– Why is it going, then? -
Snide comment
Oh, if the world made sense!
Unfortunately, my wishes
in the survival race
go, sleep with the fishes.
Our present form
is but a crude romance
of survivable norm
and insensible chance. -
Lost
It is not in lost and found.
Maybe on the underground
I forgot it on the train?
Maybe cold autumnal rain
washed it off – down the drain?
Maybe, in the daily grind,
it slipped out of my mind
and, with finished magazine,
I just dropped it in the bin?
Or, in fact, it wasn’t binned –
maybe restless urban wind
blew it off with fallen leaves
to be caught among the eaves
in the gutters up above?
Where is my epic love? -
Is it some kind of Zen?
The point that is worth recapping:
the sound of one hand clapping
is something that you can hear
with half an ear.
