Or… “Lions and tigers. Oh my!”
Or… “After watching Jurassic Park, I’ll never use a Port-o-let again.”
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush’d mortal, in the sacred night,
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness’ and pardon’s watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
Thus C.S. Lewis.
Sometimes the fact of your mortality politely taps you on the shoulder and says, “Don’t forget.”
Other times the fact of your mortality clubs you over the head with a two-by-four: (more…)
I thought we already had a death ray. But here’s another one.
Technically, it’s a “Laser-Induced Plasma Channel, or LIPC.”
Oh well. I suppose there is a strategic purpose for having more than one kind. Just as a fisherman has more than one rod-and-reel combination for going after different fish; a golfer’s choice of golf club depends on the distance to the hole and the type of terrain; and the hunter selects a rifle and ammunition combination based on the type of animal to be hunted.
I’d like to hear back from you married guys if the “a golfer needs more than one club” analogy works when your wife asks why you need another rod/reel or another gun.