by Robert Thistle

Created on: August 15, 2008   Last Updated: September 07, 2009

this was aimed for marketplace but was refused...guess I was late in sending it....it ended august 14...at midnight...it is still ony 8:32pm - thought I would slip it in here...hope you enjoy reading it - although I have made some serious changes that will hamper any cognizant understanding of what I am saying as i do not want this article to be published - I made an error and published the wrong article so i decided to leapfrog and pull out most of the words in the article. Sorry, but Helium has a policy and I am SOL - so I leapfrog - hey it states i only have 343 words and that I need another 57 words to make this article legitimate - so I will babble on and on until I reach the required number of words - sorry but as I stated earlier - this article was not to be published in it's present form and Helium will not let me delete it so i will leapfrog until it is nothing but gibberish.

Crystal Well of Thought

The consequential actions that quickly followed provided me with a mind stirring and startling revelation. I decided to visit old Ed. Fertile imaginations are plenteous in the Ottawa Valley. But none so bent out of shape nor teeming with any kind of thought at all, as that of my good friend old Ed. He had a friendly open door policy. Actually it was just rusted off its hinges. Once inside I tripped my way through what Ed liked to call, historical clutter. More like aunt Agnes's yard sale on a bad day.

Posing my question to Ed's cranial structure, he assumed a Rodin pose and postulated for quite some time. Seconds passed. More seconds passed. Time stood still. Then in a capitulation of frenzied thought, light dawned over his hawk like nose and vultured eyes. Ed woke up.

Inspiration. He spoke the word with personal authority.
Comes from, he continued thoughtfully.
Breathless and bored, I leaned forward in eager anticipation of the cornucopia of knowledge and wisdom that would undoubtedly spew forth from Ed's mouth.

Ed completed his learned statement with, the gray matter between your ears and banged the side table for emphasis. Wow. Awed, I tingled all over at such a bold statement. Ed leaned back in his humoured rocking chair. A Bessie the cow look of satisfaction on his face after Russell his brother has finished milking her.

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