In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel.
Personal conviction held always in life that it is better to spend a few minutes in Bathroom or Lavatory than many hours in a Laboratory or Library for the novelty in idea generation and incubation.
New black heroes were made and old ones dropped every day.
A bit o’ bread’s what I like from one year’s end to the other; but men’s stomachs are made so comical, they want a change–they do, I know, God help ’em.
As the unexpected becomes ordinary, the spotlight shifts once again to land where your brain thinks it will get more informational bang for the attentional buck.
Some do not want to create rich experiences for others, others lack the ability to do so, but most just want to experience being rich, with little to no other experience.