08-30-2010, 12:00 AM
Frankly, my dear...actually, my name is John.
I'll see your Doogie Houser and raise you a Debbie Reynolds...who, before she won the Miss Burbank beauty contest in the 40's, was my baby sitter.
The only point of the fetch and carry saying is a metaphorical one for the mundane.
Why even speak of the One that can't be described? Well, its a worthy effort and even though we will fail at it, attention can grasp perhaps in a glimmer, its face.
That brings to mind this little ditty:
He only studies the living phrase; he doesn't study the dead phrase.
I'll see your Doogie Houser and raise you a Debbie Reynolds...who, before she won the Miss Burbank beauty contest in the 40's, was my baby sitter.
The only point of the fetch and carry saying is a metaphorical one for the mundane.
Why even speak of the One that can't be described? Well, its a worthy effort and even though we will fail at it, attention can grasp perhaps in a glimmer, its face.
That brings to mind this little ditty:
He only studies the living phrase; he doesn't study the dead phrase.