"I have tried logic, embarrassment, name-calling, criticism, still you guys won't settle down on your own. So, now I'm going to have to move into direct verbal attack mode!"
Or, so someone said who finally just got Tired, with a capital T, listening to all the crap that passes for "self-observation", "thinking", "considering", and all the other noise going on there. Someone, who realized the dogs barking and yapping in the yard all day (which is really nothing more than "yard-games"), simply MUST be quieted, "SO I CAN HEAR MYSELF THINK!"
And there's more than one way to do that, several even, nay, dare I say it - hundreds. OK, I'll go out on a limb here - there's billions of ways to awaken (about seven so far and counting). Not one, not 4, especially not Four - but billions. And, suddenly the yard is quiet, and you're there composing your "Great American Operetta" for the London Symphony Orchestra playing the damn thing in real time, to a silently appreciative audience - of ONE.
One Thing. Silence.
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