mushroom clouds and clouds that go with the big blue sky

I suppose I could at least try to tolerate the way they label the thinking man as being weak, and the man of action as being strong. But what if the man of action is non-thinking? Does compassion count for nothing if it only lives in the mind? That is sentiment. It counts for nothing.

Then there are those who scribble ideas on notepads and fancy that others might come across these scribbles, read them, and find parts of themselves in these scribbles. Yet these scribbles are done so randomly and spontaneously that none of them really amount to any complete thought. And so, according to Northrop Frye, there are actually no ideas. Only gas in the stomach.

Worst is when one contemplates these matters after reading the Time magazine, and an article that discusses how Americans nowadays are feeling so comfortable with the apoclyptic image that they are merely sitting back, waiting for it to happen, with the TV remote on one hand and a bag of Doritos on the other.