The Mississippi River is shallow enough to cross on foot in places, but most of us have to go by bridge or boat.
The first time I saw it, we were crossing it into Memphis. It was a wide, caramel-colored sea, roiling and troubled and rolling slowly south.
What astonishes me now when I look out across it is that it started not as a river but as rain, falling drop by drop by drop.
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Judge J on Writing
Some people don’t know when to shut up. Blabbermouths, they put everything that’s happened to them in print, thinking they’ll be praised as stars. Shyness usually keeps them out of the spotlight of celebrity fame, and once their family reads what they’ve written, nobody will speak to them any more. I learned to keep my mouth shut, so that whatever I did say from the bench became pithy and sharp as a barb caught in the throat of my intended victims. Sometimes I’d have them repeat what I said, just to make sure. For books I’ve written, I’ve hired ghost writers to fill in the blanks, keeping the law firmly wrapped behind me, because any time a woman draws blood, she’ll need to cover her back.
[Disposable Prone Poem October 12, 2009]
Dr. Mike
And remember Heraclitus:
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man"
[Dr. Mike]
You know, Heraclitus was never the same after he wrote that.
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