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I’ve never baked a bread. That sounds satisfying.
Splendid thoughts arise from joined words --
Lucidity is awakened:
Luminous like adorned brocade,
Doleful as a string serenade.
But if crib suspicions aren't killed,
It'll be just one more pulp piece.
Though you may be these word's weaver--
Some ancestor, the prime conceiver.
You must be just and rise above,
Though it kills words you've grown to love.
The original lines in Simplified Chinese:
或藻思绮合,清丽千眠。
炳若缛绣,凄若繁弦。
必所拟之不殊,乃暗合乎曩篇。
虽杼轴于予怀,怵佗人之我先。
苟伤廉而愆义,亦虽爱而必捐。
Who would win in an interspecies death match? That’s a tough one. Dogs obviously have size and pack-fighting coordination, but cats are duplicitous, excel at the sneak attack, and are not constrained by moral conventions. (They’ll push things off the counter just to see them fall.) So, I doubt we’ll ever know.
Gut Feelings: The Intelligence of the Unconscious by Gerd Gigerenzer