Today after breakfast my Ego suddenly was gone! I looked under the bed, in the cellar, beside the loo, even in the bathroom mirror, but it was gone!

I had a visitor the other day, that other day - she came to my house for the first time. Oh what a nice kitchen you have, she said. And I replied:

Okay. I did not think this through to the end, but I throw it on the table anyway, listen: There is a spider-species called the 'tent spider'

I adore the ancient eastern metaphor of the master butcher, that cut up an oxen for the emperor stating that he cut up hundreds of animals before with the same knife without ever sharpening it