|So call me inconsistent.
||[Jul. 23rd, 2016|02:06 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Ralph Emerson called [a foolish] consistency the "hobgoblin of little minds," therefore I am demonstrating my learnedness, my sophistication and, yea, my raw intelligence by failing to achieve consistency.
Some people say my rants are sophomoric and inconsistent. That may be. Only history knows for sure. All I know is that each rant is the rant I had to write in the instant that I wrote it. No other rant would come out and that one would not stay in. There was no choice in the matter. God could have chosen, I suppose, if He hadn't been preoccupied with goings on in other galaxies, but as things were, that was the rant that was going to be written. So as thirsty as you may be, it's probably still a good idea to stand back a bit from the fire hose.