Moving on. It is time there was a thread for those asleep at 3 pm. Do Matchbox 20 have that one covered?
Who’s he talking to?
Sssh! I’m trying to listen.
Who is it?
Sssssssssh!!! Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Voices are indistinct. It sounds like.
Mister Emerson, do you have anything further to add?
THERE is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent.
You’ve already said that.
Then I would further add, scribes have at various times described THE sovereign agent as Allah, or Krishna or Yahweh or God.
And what name do you suggest we give to this sovereign agent?
In legal circles we refer to it as Ho.
Ho?
Ho.
Essentially, for those not yet born.
I am a teacher, a most prudential man
I teaches any where I go, in any way I can.
Today I’m teaching manners
Perhaps tomorrow, rage.
It’s up to my old guvnor,
For it’s him who pays my wage.
What’s he saying?
Get out of the way. They’ve stopped talking.
Yeah, so. What do you think of this weather. Reckon this rain is ever going to stop?
I’ll keep you informed Mister Emerson. We may need to call on you again.
Can you picture a scene without doors?
There is one door common to all individual men.
It is situated on the US/Mexico border.
Access is severely restricted. Unless, of course, said the Donkey to the Horse.
You happen to come in, disguised as some kind of coronavirus.
There is just one question remaining.
However, that is for another time. Everyone’s gone home and I am sat here on my Jack Jones.
Three large brown envelopes - sealed - drop through the mailbox.
Four questions remaining.
There’s no Russian Justice.
Well, Mister Putin’s on top of things.
I said, there is no rushing Justice.
You wouldn’t rush David Blunkett.
Say what?
Justice is blind.
Do you think so?
I’m going to bed, it’s approaching three am.
Goodnight, Mister Jones.
Later, Jack.
You coming, Tommy?