A tale of two cups
Not so long ago,
right here where we live -
there was a man who traded in silly notions.
He translated them into mythical cinematic stories
filled with notions of silliness.
Chief among the ideas was the concept
that there are no absolutes.
For instance,
when pondering if his partially filled cup was
half full or half empty -
he concluded that it was both.
( This of course is a classic law school training exercise
where third year students are taught to walk
down both sides of the street at
the same time. )
Once, when bending over to adjust the intensity of his combination
oxygen ionizing and shoe blackening apparatus -
his partially filled cup was knocked from his table top.
The cup broke into pieces when it bounced off his head.
When the liquid poured into his apparatus -
the shoe blackener became overionized
and the man's brain froze
and looped into a reverse thought mode.
From that time on, the guy began to believe that all things were absolute.
His favorite word became "absolutely".
.........................................................
Another, more fortunate person,
always believed there were absolutes.
She knew her cup was absolutely full because
it was overflowing.
[ mourn for whom they have pierced ]
or