There is no egg in the eggplant,
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England,
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted, but if we examine its paradoxes we find that:
Quicksand takes you down slowly,
Boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don’t fing?
If the plural of tooth is teeth,
Shouldn’t the plural of phone booth be phone beeth?
If the teacher taught,
Why hasn’t the preacher praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
What the heck does a humanitarian eat?
Why do people recite at a play,
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways?
How can the weather be as hot as hell on one day
And as cold as hell on another?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language where a house can burn up as it burns down,
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers,
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn’t a race at all.)
That is why:
When the stars are out they are visible,
But when the lights are out they are invisible.
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
But when I wind up this poem
Shared by: Teresa Janusaitis
I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes the way I “plan” “vision” or “think about” life feels exactly like this picture. A large, complicated, amazing, interesting structure built on sand, with sand, not really liveable, not at all practical, mostly make believe, and only ever real in a “virtual” sense. Not even really “my own”.
The photoshopped image above uses a variety of other images, other ideas, other realities, other experiences – which are then carefully spliced together to create something that “looks” real. The person who created this image did NOT go to that beach, gather all that sand together, and actually MAKE that castle. They didn’t even go outside when they made it. And I’ll be that they made it using photographs that THEY didn’t even take. Someone else probably took the picture of the ocean and the sky, and just as someone else probably created that sand castle, someone else also took the picture of it.
And I’m wondering just how much of what’s in my head is ACTUALLY mine? And why are my hopes and dreams, my goals, wants, and desires, in my head and ONLY in my head? Why am I not out immersed in the actual DOING of it? What’s up with that?
What is it, do you think, that takes a cool idea like that sand castle by the beach… and transforms it into the actual reality of say, for example…. this?
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