OT: Oh what a rat race

[fa_jing]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

[SPJ]

Actually, rat and mouse, they are smart.

They may solve a maze. They are good trackers, too.

So the rat race is a smart race. No repetitions or no getting lost.

Unless, you ask them to run in a wheel like treadmill. Then, they are not going anywhere.

Some people even think about harnessing the energy to power a light bulb or recharge the battery.

So what is a rat race? against time or geography/space.

[Chief Fox]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

[SPJ]

cool poem.

There was a wierd anedote I heard when I was a kid.

There was a fast runner. He also liked to boast. He did outrun everyone in the village.

One day a villager said to him so I heard you run very fast. The runner said yes.

"How fast?"

"Faster than the wind."

"Ok I bet you may not outrun the Sun."

"Oh ya. I bet I could. "

So he ran, tired and lost the bet.

The point of the story was that we have to know our limits.

Rat race may mean something bad.

However, working diligently like ants means something good. I think. Because ants gather food for the winter.

[SPJ]

Oh, there was a second part of the story.

A Daoist priest said to the runner. Actually you do not have to run, the Sun will set in a few hours. Guess what the Sun will be behind you tommorrow when it rises up.

Pondering.

[SPJ]

To cut to the chase;

The point of the story was that we have to learn and know about nature so that we may follow the way/path of the nature.

[_William_]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

[FuXnDajenariht]

i think thats part of the fun Will'

ill bite.



Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
finding time to choke down cans of cheeze paste,
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists

[Vash]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking

Smoking

Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi's stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time

Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we're standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk

It's the song that matters
It's the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters

We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we're running a rat's race
for him

[FuXnDajenariht]

my bad. i edited.

[rogue]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking

Smoking

Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi's stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time

Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we're standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk

It's the song that matters
It's the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters

We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we're running a rat's race
for him

There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart's quartet in F-major.

[Marcos-XB]

I like the talky talky happy talk,
Talk about things you like to do,
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gunna have a dream come true

[FuXnDajenariht]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking

Smoking

Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi's stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time

Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we're standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk

It's the song that matters
It's the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters

We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we're running a rat's race
for him

There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart's quartet in F-major.


hows this?

like the story of poor Cager,
strung out on shots of yager
sadly this is a typical case
showing in the end
we're still no more
than stupid (mostly)hairless apes.
and not to sound hypocritical
so i must confess
for this is my true test
while writing most of my contribution
i was an alchohol fueled mess


lol yea yea, i failed creative writing too. but keep it going.

[Oso]

Oh what a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race

satellites in space
phone on your face
everybody runnin'
at an un-stopable pace

So much haste
What a waste

zoning out to tv
like an episode of lost in space
while choking down cans of cheeze paste
drownin out our fears in beer
case after case
looking around in shame
at our collective expanding waists
choking

Smoking

Running ourselves into the ground
Forgetting Anansi's stories
Leading ourselves with a carrot of haste
and a stick of waste
d time

Why run
When we can walk
Why scream into our cell phones
when we're standing next to a nice girl
Have we forgotten to talk

It's the song that matters
It's the people that matter
To busy
Becoming mad like hatters

We are our own deserved disgrace
We are leading ourselves down a dirty maze
Trying to forget we're running a rat's race
for him

There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to f@rt
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart's quartet in F-major.


hows this?

like the story of poor Cager,
strung out on shots of yager
sadly this is a typical case
showing in the end
we're still no more
than stupid (mostly)hairless apes.
and not to sound hypocritical
so i must confess
for this is my true test
while writing most of my contribution
i was an alchohol fueled mess


lost in a maze of what we must do

have to do

can't not do

climb the walls and escape

[SPJ]

Off topic of off topic.

The goal of the maze is that there is food at the destination.

Science people use the maze game to study learning and memory. Give the lab rat some chemical and see if it improves the game or shortening the time to goal. This is how they search the drug of tommorrow to help Alzheimer and the like.

Life can be a maze with a lot of twist and turns and many and many circles.

Our ability to solve maze puzzle is not as good as the rats!.