Ten thousand hours et voila the origin of all coordinates, the tabling of motions, your diploma. By their very nature, jokes are practical that end in injury. Will you design with me a contact sport that involves tax cuts and deregulation, universal consciousness, and quantum dots? You might as well be resurrected in advance of perpetuity. You might as well put your own chest of medals and mild manners on before assisting others. As the a priori’s willing but the a posteriori’s weak, two faces make no vase. Shall we compute the probability that we’ll grow tired of winning?
In a past century, Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He’s a retired math professor and has published poems in numerous literary journals, including Crazyhorse, Pleiades, and the American Journal of Poetry. His fourth collection, Deja Vu Goes Both Ways, won the Star 82 Press Book Award.