What’s thought a lot is caught not wrought.
Thoughts can be sought — or bought.
Thoughts rot, loves not.
Thoughts like bots come in crazy lots.
Thoughts fill slots; intuitions fill the spaces around them.
Ideate, activate, narrate and celebrate.
Vacuity, perspicuity, our masterly fatuity.
Reflection’s predilection is perfection; reality prefers dings, chips and cracks.
The best possible worlds germinate within rationality and sprout within orderliness.
Orderly, order be, our tidy mental forgery.