You Say You So

There is no saying no to somebody who is always saying yes. Even when they should say no. Even when they shouldn’t. Who is going to tell. There should be a capital. It is only fair. Things that do things automatically never are reliable. Things that don’t do things automatically are, always are reliably, to be unreliable.

There’s no counting on a thing but there’s counting up to something down to something and all that. Counting does go somewhere but it rarely ever stays there where it’s going where it’s gone.

Does it matter. What does it matter if it somehow does make sense. If it somehow does make sense then the rest of it don’t matter. No one really cares that it’s mistaken if they know what it is meaning to be saying.

That is why the mystery is so delightful magical to everyone who’s unbelieving and yet seeing it and knowing it and that is the same thing as anything is meaning anything of what you mean it to be meaning. You can mean it to be meaning but it’s meaning something else always all the time.

It is always saying you right back to you. And still you get across the street.