Canon Whatsname's Scrap Book

HERE IS SOMETHING that has been puzzling me, and I don't mean this credit crunch thingy that's sweeping all the nations of the planet.It is this: listen up and listen good: what is the collective name for hermits, and when would the opportunity arrive to ever use it?

By definition hermits keep to themselves and live in caves on their own, probably, so you'd never get a group of them coming together. If you did you'd have a community of hermits which would then disqualify each member from being defined as a hermit. It is similar to the concept of imagining a universe in which only one object exists, a solitary atom, say.

If you're imagining this in your head then you are placing yourself in this otherwise empty universe as a hypothetical observer, so therefore there are two objects - the atom and this fictional observer, you. So the only way to really conceptualize a universe of only one atom is to not conceptualize it at all, because as soon as you do it becomes something else.

These are the important matters we should all be addressing. Do I make myself clear?

I have encapsulated the essence of this tricky conundrum in the following non-award winning graphic representation. Ingest it with your eye-type objects.

 

"The quickness of the hand deceives the eye." Or, to put it another way, "the slowness of the eye makes the hand look like a sneaky bastard."

Like Uri Geller, Colin Fry and other psychics, I can hear people's thoughts. I recently told this to some friends and they naturally asked me to tell them what they were thinking. Exasperated, I said, 'I don't know! I'm not a bloody mind-reader!' Go figure, yeah? Just do the math, biatch.

I have NO time for many things. Like, for instance, impatience. I have absolutely NO TIME for impatience - NONE at all. In fact the Universe OWES ME time - that's how little time I have for it. I DEMAND NOW that I be recompensed temporally by whatever deity or mechanism is up there running the show. GIVE ME MY TIME BACK!

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I know why the caged bird sings too. It's because, er... I've forgotten. I'll get back to you.