His defense rests upon the assumption that dark energy boxes in a higher weight than light. Under these circumstances, what could be expected other than malfeasance decoherence subsistence subduction and what have you? These are the times that try men’s souls, and the soils of women.
Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, And, after the soft ascent, Thrust out our heads above the branches To wonder at the unfailing stars. Out of confusion, as the way is, And the wonder, that man knows, Out of the chaos would come bliss. That, then, is loveliness, we said, Children in wonder watching the stars, Is the aim and the end. Being but men, we walked into the trees. — Dylan Thomas
They was apprehended with their pants down by the selfies they took at the end of their tether when they barely could consummate a simple handshake. The beans said it was astrooloogically impossible for the house to take a loss, but there he was, a paulbearer at his own funeral. He died with his boots on of idiopathic uncertainty compounded with Doctor Brain’s diarrhea.
Andreas
Gravity refused to be quantized, thereby creating 4-dimensional space. It’s in its nature.
So mused the monkey who modeled the collapse of a pair of neutron stars after measuring their gravitational waves, oscillating less than the diameter of a proton. It’s all in the book.
From the collapse comes gold. And the other heavy elements. We praise the gods for heavy elements, for without the heavy elements, we wouldn’t have rocks. The parts warehouse would be barren as bottom’s baby, as old Hubbard is said to have reported to the dean of ineptitudes.
I’m trying to kick the habit, whispered the cardinal to the priest. Well within earshot of Mother Superior.
So an Embryo, being freed from that vegetable life which it enjoyed in the mother’s womb, obtains another more perfect life, by its birth and coming into the light of the world.
They wasn’t sure what to make of themselves. They’d been inflated with self esteem but no overflow valve. Any idiot could see they were living in a fantasy world of their own makings.
But they had seminal endearing properties. Two bits on the barrelhead. Time for cheese and crackers.
Although disputed by some, the origin of assassin was probably the Arabic word for hashish-eater. At the time of the Crusades, it is said that fanatical warriors were sent forth by their sheikh, the Old Man of the Mountains, to murder the Christian leaders. One text of around 1860 explains: ‘The assassins, who are otherwise called the People of the Man of the Mountain, before they attacked an enemy, would intoxicate themselves with a powder made of hemp-leaves, out of which they prepared an inebriating electuary, called hashish.”
And if any man hunger, let him eat at home. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.
The homes of the natives are the woods and groves; they worship the gods severally and in congregations; all discord and all sorrow is unknown. Death comes to them only when, owing to satiety of life, after holding a banquet and anointing their old age with luxury, they leap from a certain rock into the sea: this mode of burial is the most blissful.
The old lady was sawing logs when I hit the sack, fit as a fiddle and twice as sound.
These are the nights when a man falls on his way to the woodshed and they find him in the spring.
The days when a woman stirs in the kitchen and the creature comes out the lagoon. Loud in his hosannas and so help me god all fish hooks.
It is little now remembered that the professor who discovered how to traffic in consciousness, and opened a loophole in the Peter Principal leading to panics in futures, was also the author of Idiot’s Guide to Cosmic Rays. Upon acceptance of the Nobel Prize in home economics, he cursed to the depths of depressions all the gods but the sun god.
This research was originally pubished as “Anal leakage caused by synthetic lard,” in the Journal of Bygone Days, by Machamo de Assis.
“I’d really like to get into your head.” That famous phrase from the work that earned Putin Plutinio the Nobel Prize in 1952 was analyzed by a team from the Fermi Institute; their conclusions were inconclusive, so the results were never published. But in 1976 a doctoral student at the Sorbonne stumbled upon the unpublished analysis. The upshot was earthshattering.