Springy Sproingy Tiny Threads In Heads

Does the words "Taboo" or "Superstition" wring any response from this brain dead accumulation of souls?

Let's have a discussion about what this did to your head.

Okey Dokey.

Last night I "Watched" a show on TV. A Documentary.

Notice the rhyme?
In syncopated time?

So I invented ol' Heron
because I saw a bird.

Is he real?

It occured to me as I saw the bird in my mind that it was a good chance to lecture the unknowing.

So I invented ole' Heron. The guy.

Did I?

Notice the meter of the rhyme.

In time.

I get the feeling that MOST don't want to think about it.

I wonder why not?

Fear?

Denial?

Stupidity?

Yea. Probably.

Here is a challenge. Respond here then go on about all the silly crap that has covered us for years. Ok?

<edit> SVW really wants to know if slimjim can read and understand. But has not a lot of hope.

Taboo.

Think folks. About all that is "superstitious" and "wrong" with "us". What is this thread about? Think!

Why did I go to all this effort? To set you up? Think!!!!

Though I may be in trouble if any NSA guys happen on here. And never studied Heron. Snark.

Did I spend months establishing all the "Heron" hits on the internet?

You tell me.

Why did I do it?

What purpose does it serve?

Your problem is to know what is "real".

Poor you.

Can we ever?

I will argue that it is a hard thing.

And then confess that I am yanking your chains. Except for slimjim. He seems immune.

For some unknown reason.

snark.

So. How did I yank yer' chain? You tell me.

So. In the spirit of the "Matrix".

What is real?

Give me your feedback. Are you real? Why?

Good ol' Slim. I have to love him. Though I won't ask him to deliver my death speech. Or my eulogy.

I will have no need of a single line world view.

I hope.

As SVW branches into ten trillion trillion lines of thought.

Thoughts? Anyone? Come on folks. I am pulling yer' chains here. Reason it out. Much like a magic show. What is going on here?

So.

What happens if in the next "future" you ask "What do you know about Heron" and you get only bird answers?

What will you think?

When after thirty years they are all answered with "my guy" instead of "a bird"?

"Shit Happens"? One of my best inventions ever?

Any comments?

Any replies?

Any thoughts?

I promise. I will not but compliment you. Poor apes that you are.

I am working myself into a big long diatribe and explanation here. Geez! This is not a mystery. Nor anything that needs thought. This is our superstitious self!

Give me a break!