Who do we think we are?
Hey, you! Ya, you! You aren’t a planet, you slow dwarf sphere! You are too far away from us to fit in with the regular crowd. WE of the planet EARTH, knower of all knowledge, keeper of all Grandma’s keepsakes, here and now reject you from the system of our solar star. You, Pluto, are not fit to be held within the oval rings of our self-centered universe!
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A Thought on Death
The other day I was reading the CBC website and–I wish I had saved the link, but I didn’t and I don’t feel like searching for the article–apparently, after a bronzed day of fighting Canadian (Allied) troops in Afghanistan were allowing Taliban fighters to retrieve their dead. Which is significant. Even in the guerilla warfare of Afghanistan has some semblance of a gentleman’s war. I suppose it’s good for civilian morale and respectful. But, I guess it really made me realize that beyond the pratical need to be respectful, death is powerful. Enough to stop two enemies in order that proper respects to the individual lives, even if we consider those lives to be terrorist or terrible. What a bizarre world we live in.
Even with your pretend desire to make out with an 18 year old...
Re: Pluto
Amen brother.