wet dog

A dog’s just a hound

Until it’s a pet. 

A drip’s just a drop

Until you’re all wet.

Hopefully More

If you are ever asked of me that thought provoking question; “Describe him using one word”, and you can, I’m sorry.

He is in control; whose s*** is picked up by another

Are humans really so in need of companionship that they will pursue it in the form of one, or many, of something which requires the human for its basic needs? This is a giant logical maypole, weaving wants and needs, illusion and reality until they all end up at the bottom where the question is forced: “why do I pick up your feces?”

I was doing this today, and as I do, I wondered. Why am I so willing to keep this animal (a cat, in this case) in my home? Picking up the feces of another species has become normal. This behaviour is unique to humans, as far as I can think. We clean our children’s feces. We create an industry around the storage and disposal of the feces of animals. When did you get here?

Remember to measure

Every piece of history is relevant, no matter how insignificant it seems, for that is how we measure what comes immediately afterwards.

Late or Done?

It seems to me that successful people worry less about when they quit, and more about what they’ve done before they quit.