Vexed

_ Are you going to stir something with that spoon, or just look at it?
_ Your mind... stirred; your world... stirred.
_ Your beverage... unstirred.
_ A spoon, when it's not holding all of existence within its huddle and atop its dome, is a personal security device second to none. If you hold one in front of you and look at its convex form you can see someone coming up behind you with a blunt object - a large, heavy, blunt object - from twenty feet away.
_ You have people after you?
_ We all do. The trick is to find that person and take the bull by the horns; wrestle them to the ground...  all while seeing the action in inaction, and the inaction in action. We do what can be done and don't do what can't be undone.
_ You're sweating profusely.
_ The profuselage shows that I'm ready.
_ You've curly hair... with what goes on in your head I'm surprised you have any at all; I'd have left a long time ago.
_ Curly hair is a lot like life: The longer it gets, the shorter it gets. Curly hair has curly roots, which tickle the brain, enlivening a most receptive organ.
_ I'm not so sure that I wouldn't mind someone massaging my cranium with a large, blunt, heavy object after this conversation... I'm going to stir my beverage with a fork.
_ Up periscope.

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     ... The uniqueness of our lives is the only door to sameness that we have access to. Speak, and hear the words tinkle through unbounded silence. Sing the long song silent.

     ... Take two and swing away. Batter up!

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