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My life philosophy is extracted from Monty Python's work.
No very serious but surely healthy. The philosophy of laughter.

I learned to "always look on the bright side of life".

I learned how to pray:
"
Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock
Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock,
Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok."

I learned the difference between an argument and a contradiction.
“No it can't! An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.”

"And now for something completely different" repeat after me:

- You're All Individuals!

- "We're All Individuals!"

- You're All Different!

- "Yes. We are all different!"

- [I'm Not]

Comments

Lapis Lazuli said…
I've seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail and enjoyed it greatly :-), don't know a lot more about them, but you gave me the idea to revisit the matter.

Just a minor suggestion: I think it should be "the philosophy of laughter".
Fata said…
Thank you for correction. It is greatly appreciated.

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