Mastication

Some thoughts should be kept secret, some should be stifled in the crib, some put in chains and thrown into endless depths. Despite all precautions – this one escaped all of these fates and fled from me onto the page.

But wait. As I reflect on this first paragraph I realise that I am selling this thought short. It is actually a brilliant observation. It shines and illuminates the depths into which it was not thrown, it throws off the chains with which it was not bound, it breathes the rarefie...