On several worlds I’ve seen,
the continued attempt to become “super efficient”
will turn into “stupidity” before you can say,
“Blue bellied, back breaking bureaucrat.”
When two people know something,
there’s not much to say.
One fellow told me that the greatest pleasure,
if not, indeed, profit he had derived
from his talking with himself
was in lulling himself into a false sense of insecurity.
Secondary, City activities provide an experience.
Primary matters are Experience.
Often when disruptive and disturbing thoughts
would arise from one part of his brain,
this one chap would straighten himself up,
regally “stand tall” along side those grey cells not involved,
and solely intone, “We are not amused.”
What do you really want to be when you grow up…
for the last time?