This is pretty funny. Click on the picture to enlarge.

The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest
type of woman he can find, the woman he admires...the strongest, the
hardest to conquer- because only the possession of a heroine will give
him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.

-- Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

Every time a couple from church gets married, I wonder who is miserable over their marriage. 'Cause from what I've seen, it's never the case of just the two people liking each other. Whenever there's a person A quality enough to be liked by person B, there's always at least one other person C who likes person A. 

I wonder who was in misery this weekend?

(∀ ∑ A + B,  ∃ C where ∑ A + C = ∅)

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

-- Walt Whitman

(Night, sleep, and the stars...)

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

-- Shel Silverstein

Something I've been thinking about--