The only thing we ever do.

      I exhibited Martian elephants, at the pleasure grounds        where the bands and circus played.       No clowning for us, but a great feat of science,       from dream to plan, with tool and appliance,       some 25 years of traveling in place,       then a carbon-based Elevator to take us to space.       Geodesic dome-home and dust-devil friends,       six-eighty days (or a year) (it depends).       Then found them! and quickly discussed guest disgust:       No hunting, no chains; their family united,       no cages at all, for they were invited.       Between worlds we flew, and, taking our cue,       planetary break, from red on to blue        Greatest Show on Earth! The posters went up.       One time only! A mile from this station!   ...

col·lage   (kō-läzh′, kə-) n. 1. a. An artistic composition of materials and objects pasted over a surface, often with unifying lines and color. b. A work, such as a literary piece, composed of both borrowed and original material      What?                                                                                                     Which.....?     ...

“We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.”                 “Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark. ” ― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra   Cleopatra, a cowboy, then....screaming!       Presented with this information, how does the brain deal with it? Necessarily, the brain must deal with it as it does with all information:                                 Information -------------> Idea        Consequently, you might sort it out like this:               ...