The Epigrams of Arnoldus III (Patriarch
Of Cinderford)
Everything that seems correct makes no sense.
Confusion makes for a comforting haze.
Wise people forget to be stupid.
Stupidity is blissful ignorance.
The world provides the materials from which problems are created.
Looking closer narrows your view.
Arguments are blind and deaf.
Touch is the greatest of the senses.
To set thoughts in stone is to kill the process that created them.
Is it written in the stars or in the darkness between them?
Memory is an illusion.
The past contains no facts, just fancies.
How solid is a fact?
If you close your eyes, where are you standing?
Can you see the darkness?
If I believe in you, will you believe in me?
A question is a raised syllable.
Information is malleable.
Who started the cycle?
The leader is arrogant, not clever.
Nothing is limbo.
Who heard the music before the instruments were strung?
I killed the camel.
Untoward behaviour goes unrewarded, and so we kill evolution.
Negative breeds negative.
Inspiration is a myth.
I can’t see your colours.
How can you heal an invisible injury?
Where are the brakes when I need them!
Dust to dust, accretion is a lie.
Paper is the screen of the mind.
Eyes aren’t a window, they’re a spyhole.
I can’t see! Am I blind or just shut?
A reverse is a backward move, a return is a homecoming.
Where do all the holes go?
Fraud is a dysfunctional career.
Morals defined immorality.
No-one knows better than you, except when you don’t know all there
is to know.
Without writing, nothing would be incorrect.
Approximately can never be spelt right.
I listen, but can’t hear.
What’s left after you’ve extracted the information?
Epi-ounces?
There is always a way, but sometimes you cannot follow it.
Oof! My ribs!
Purple is a state of mind.
I've
seen enough. More than enough, in fact.