It's been said that those who think they know everything are very annoying to us who actually do. It's has also been said that phrenology is a false premise. I say that the small headed individuals who surround us on a daily basis give credence to the opposite premise. These are they who's minds are too small to contain simple cephalalgia.
Vanity bids for possession of the minds of those who disdain axiological considerations as pertaining to the pursuit of one's purpose. I once thought the sluggard to be my dreaded bete noire have discovered a personal embedded malaise for Mr. and Mrs Little Heads.
Mr. and Mrs. Little Heads are the lurkers of society. They hide in the shadows for fear of the light. They cause the roifaineant to pervert righteousness judgements.
What was once dubbed as stinking thinking has matured into a full blown stercoricolous mentality. Yet the anencephalus treks forward steady as it goes, like a train without an engine.
Now for the million dollar question.......how long will my big head need to succumb to this schemozzle before the dreaded inevitable meltdown? Only God knows!
