Tuesday, March 1, 2016

A Riddle

In absence of youth, blissful adolescence fades, conceding to more sagacious thoughts. Perchance a white snake shall crown your head with wisdom, enabling you to appreciate and to revere the numerous mysteries in the world. 

Writers frequently experience severe exclamations, but after a few ellipses, they feel semi-colon and punctuated - the next morning is a question mark of puzzling commas and quotations. 

Imagination is the creative child of Experience and Wisdom.

No pencils or ink pens were harmed while writing this blog article, but the same cannot be said for my 27 research assistants. I brutally beat them with a big stick and then unmercifully tortured each of them one by one for several hours. 

"Hmm, no one solved the riddle yet, jimmy."

"Perhaps it was to tough, Mr. Kafka."

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll just have to wait and see."

"What about offering a prize?"

"Any suggestions on what that might be?"


"You have to have money to give money away."

"Good point, Mr. Kafka. How about a chest full of valuable gems?"

"Now you're being silly. Don't worry, I'll think of something."