I'm reminded of the time I was visiting my favorite newstand when I lived in Pasadena. The clerk was complaining he'd been having a series of nightmares where he was brutally murdering German philosophers.
I told him his problem was that he was too d**m serious, and prescribed a course of PG Wodehouse.
Philosophy and tragedy may make your mind 'deeper', but humor keeps it supple.
It's all about balance. As most things are.
Last edited by khalleron; 02-14-2010 at 12:01 AM.
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