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What Stephen Hawking, The Definitive Poet Of All Time, Might, If He’s Not Careful, Come Quintessentially Face-To-Surprising-Face With
Only two things are infinite—the Universe and
human stupidity.
And I’m not sure about the Universe.
Albert Einstein
You can no more win a war than you can win
an earthquake
Jeannette Rankin (1880-1973)
Montana Congresswoman Planet earth is the number one
rated, syndicated half-hour sit. com.
showing on Universal Big Screen
Satellite TV. We have become such
natural born comedians, in fact,
that we’ve, in a mere century, outgrown
our need for the canned-laugh
soundtrack machine. Across the cosmos
intelligent life religiously watches us,
never missing an episode
because a good guffaw or, better yet,
belly laugh—they’ve known this |
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ever since something touched
off the mother of all fireworks
extravaganzas—is the only law, rule,
cure, hope, virtue, truth. When someone dies
they join the viewing audience
so fast, they host the high jinks
of their own wake, thus upping
one notch The Sagan Ratings. Love?
you ask. Pain? Happiness? Loss? Despair?
Courage, mercy, faith? Knee-slapping,
side-splitters all, yet not as slapstick-hysterical
as our quest for success, security, status,
concepts so inane, they make black holes
look tangible as frothing pintfuls
of Guinness. There is great news,
however, tagged to this revelation
should it leave you distraught. Our world
will never end. We’ll be forever
the longest running series
on The Eternity Network. We’ve become a cult hit
attracting billions & billions of devoted
viewers who believe
even our reruns are a riot. For St. Claire—
The Patron Saint of Television |
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