They will also regurgitate portions of their stomach contents for each other as a sort of communal refueling operation. And yet, aesthetically, the chatter itself is extremely irritating. The function of the chatter is OK, but the chatter itself gets on my nerves. Therefore, I propose that instead of chattering meaninglessly to our co-workers and acquaintances as we come upon them during our regular activities in the morning and throughout the day, we physically, directly sniff each others personal aromas and caress each others faces, head and neck parts gently with our fingers and lips. I have in mind a generous sponsorship program for myself on the part of the perfume and cologne industry, perhaps with an extended tour of the european lecture circuit, and any representatives of this industry should feel free to contact me.
Logical thought is the way to discovering truth.
The binary metabolism of digital machinery has made flesh of the old philisophical notions of truth and falsehood. Our minds have always worshipped the idea of truth as the ultimate, supreme God in the pantheon of our superstitions, but now we've been to the moon, are able to store a dictionary on the head of a pin and can converse with people thousands of miles away for the cost of a hotdog and some french fries. Now we believe we have proof that truth is God. Not so, not so. Truth is just superstition with car keys.