It’s not what you know but who;
It’s not who you know but where;
It’s not where you know but when;
It’s not when you know but why, and
For the Revolutionist’s purposes,
It’s not why, but a mixture of the five,
And although it is a bit young with no established vintage,
Its poignant aroma and up-scale sparkle augur well for future crops.
The cunning anticipation
of information
is itself information.
One guy calls knowledge a “temporary cessation of thinking.”
If you ask most people, “What they mean,” they’ll tell you –
they’ll be wrong, but they’ll tell you.
It is presently rumored that a guy over there, someplace else, has discovered the secret to having more garbage than he has stuff to begin with.
J.