Common sense, it turns out is anything but common. So how do we know if we know what we think we know?

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Why would you want a bird in your hand? I always assumed it was to eat, but one shouldn't assume. Methinks he doth assume too much. Uh-oh. That can't be right.

A stitch in time saves nine. But every stitch you sew on Sunday you'll have to pull out with your nose. What is this—Dante's Inferno: Home Ec Edition? And what if that stitch has a glitch?

What is the sound of one hand clapping? Silence? The tips of your fingers patting your palm? Maybe it's a snap; snapping is cool—beatific even. Who came up with this philosophical pablum? I hope it was meant as a joke.

It's just an old wise tale. No, it's an old wives' tale! Ah, not wisdom but foolishness. I see.

And how is it that I'm blessed with a 5-month-old baby who sleeps all night every night, and yet here I blog at 2 AM in the morning. Well, life is like a box of chocolates; you never  . . . Or is it cherries? A box of chocolate cherries—then you'd always know. Or how about the kind with the little map that tells you which is which. Which witch whistled? Godiva puts in a color brochure and you go down the list to make a match. A positive ID. And review all the possibilities so even though it cost ninety dollars you have to buy more because you missed out on some. Gotta catch 'em all. 

Did Marcus love Ivanova as much as Romeo did Juliet? Now there's a tale of woe. How did those two ying-yangs get to be the gold love standard? "Greater love hath no man that this." Clearly Straczynski takes the cake.

Maybe all I know is this, and this has gone on the list--with your kiss. And as sands through the hourglass, so grows the list and this list gives life to--things that make you go hmm.

When McFerrin said, "don't worry; be happy," did he know he was being wise? Contemplate the mutual exclusivity of faith and fear? Take what you can, take what you will; take the cannolli. Can it; keep it; bottle it up. Liquid sunshine to pour out and walk on in a rainy day when you've spent the pocketful of stars and rain is still falling like death and taxes.

My sounding board, er, sister reminded me of the importance of contemplation. Search, ponder, and pray. These are the steps to enlightenment, personal revelation and inspiration. The way to ensure that what we know is right and is leading us down the straight and narrow path. Let not mind-numbing distractions idle away what would have been my epiphanies. These are words to live and grow by. Still, to all things there are seasons, a balance to every purpose; hence the hyperlinks.

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