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If at first you don't succeed.....
It depends on the situation. In some cases you have to start over from scratch. In other cases you can start from the beginning of the level. In some cases you just don't succeed. In some cases you don't actually fail. It all depends on where you are, what you are doing, and why you are doing it. There is never a pat response. The whole try, try again theory just doesn't always play out. There are way too many variables. But life is all about the variables anyway. It's the little variations that make up the mosaic of experience that is life. No single day is ever the same as any others. There are many similarities, hence the seasons. (which is what thyme is all about) kind of a bad pun. Seasons and seasoning and time and thyme. But bad puns are some of the best puns. In fact the pun is neither good nor bad. A pun is like the air. It just is. You breath it in, it keeps you alive. Sometimes it's fresh and sweet like a little baby, sometimes it's stale and rancid like a the same little baby after a week without changing clothes, or diapers. The air is the same, it is the contents and the perception of those contents that change. For example, garbage dumps. Like them or not, they have their own unique essence. While most people I know find the whole atmosphere unpleasant, and possibly offensive. There are those who view it differently. Admittedly, most of those are seagulls, lawyers, and other vermin. But nonetheless, they do exist. And, landfills, after being filled, and covered, and forgotten about are not completely unpleasant. Walking on a grassy hillside, unaware that it is composed mostly of unwanted junk, can almost be romantic. So the pun is there for us to breath, to experience, to hanglide in, to parachute through. It keeps birds aloft, and allows kites to get tangled into power lines. It's a friend, and foe. The zephyr, and the Tornado. A powerful thing that if harnessed correctly could power all the television sets in mollalla.Be kind to your puns, treat them right, after all the pun you save may be your own.
I almost want to say that the wordplay that began that trail of nonsense might not be considered a pun. Well by some anyway. But I figure there is no reason to say that. Call it a pun, call it a typo. It doesn't matter, it gave me a direction, allowed me to get some more chaos out of my brain. It made me happy, and in this crazy mixed up world, what more can we ask from our wordplay?
It depends on the situation. In some cases you have to start over from scratch. In other cases you can start from the beginning of the level. In some cases you just don't succeed. In some cases you don't actually fail. It all depends on where you are, what you are doing, and why you are doing it. There is never a pat response. The whole try, try again theory just doesn't always play out. There are way too many variables. But life is all about the variables anyway. It's the little variations that make up the mosaic of experience that is life. No single day is ever the same as any others. There are many similarities, hence the seasons. (which is what thyme is all about) kind of a bad pun. Seasons and seasoning and time and thyme. But bad puns are some of the best puns. In fact the pun is neither good nor bad. A pun is like the air. It just is. You breath it in, it keeps you alive. Sometimes it's fresh and sweet like a little baby, sometimes it's stale and rancid like a the same little baby after a week without changing clothes, or diapers. The air is the same, it is the contents and the perception of those contents that change. For example, garbage dumps. Like them or not, they have their own unique essence. While most people I know find the whole atmosphere unpleasant, and possibly offensive. There are those who view it differently. Admittedly, most of those are seagulls, lawyers, and other vermin. But nonetheless, they do exist. And, landfills, after being filled, and covered, and forgotten about are not completely unpleasant. Walking on a grassy hillside, unaware that it is composed mostly of unwanted junk, can almost be romantic. So the pun is there for us to breath, to experience, to hanglide in, to parachute through. It keeps birds aloft, and allows kites to get tangled into power lines. It's a friend, and foe. The zephyr, and the Tornado. A powerful thing that if harnessed correctly could power all the television sets in mollalla.Be kind to your puns, treat them right, after all the pun you save may be your own.
I almost want to say that the wordplay that began that trail of nonsense might not be considered a pun. Well by some anyway. But I figure there is no reason to say that. Call it a pun, call it a typo. It doesn't matter, it gave me a direction, allowed me to get some more chaos out of my brain. It made me happy, and in this crazy mixed up world, what more can we ask from our wordplay?
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