The problem with reality is that nobody
lets you get away with delivering soliloquies. The brilliant speeches
composed under bed covers never see the light of day. Just try it
sometime. Odds are you'll be tased before you get to the climax. Bar
patrons just aren't that interested in your well-argued ruminations
on the plight of man. They don't see that you are there to give them
the answers they seek. People think that they're looking for answers
but most of them just want to ask the questions. It gives them the
illusion of seeking without the responsibility of knowing.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
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