Ambition To Squint

And so it goes.

From Fates Worse Than Death:

Q: How would you like to die?
A: In an airplane crash on the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro.

From God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater:

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’

From A Man Without A Country‘s Requiem:

When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.

KV

RIP

Bokonon