God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.
bye bye Kurt Vonnegut
Do you have a sixth sense? How do you experience it?
I am a food psychic. I can look at any restaurant and tell you if it's good or not. What's more, you can set me down in any unfamiliar neighborhod, anywhere, and I can find a good restaurant. I have been known to tow people for three or four blocks because "I know there's a good place to eat down this way..." even if I've never been there before, and I'm always right.
It's a very handy talent, especially while traveling, but it has its drawbacks. I can also tell when a place is not good, and I won't eat there if my food psychic sense tell me not to. Unfortunately, there are wide stretches of territory where there is nothing good to eat, and my pickiness has been known to annoy traveling companions. On the other hand, it's kind of satisfying when traveling down the interstate, and my companions are grumbling because they're hungry and I won't stop because "there's nothing good there anyway," and I suddenly say, "Oh, oh, take this exit!" and guide them to that cute little diner with the great pie, or the unexpectedly fantastic Chinese takeout place, or the Mexican place where nobody speaks English but the food is perfect.
I'm a food psychic. It's what I do.
