I love quotations… Oh, wait we covered that.
I love collecting cliches.
Here’s a new one:
A chicken without its galoshes is minced in the harvest of winter’s balloons
Which leads to my philosophical revelation of the day:
Why do the greater mysteries of philosophy have to be so uniquely clear and yet so transcendent of the mundanities of language that we can not as a species share them?
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because.
🙂
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