• Worker bees can leave
• Even drones can fly away
• The queen is their slave 

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

 

If it ain't broke, don't fix it. 

 It's hard to admit when we're wrong, but even though everything looks fine, there's a problem.

 Something is broken and you have to see where it's broken and set about fixing it or it's all gonna come apart.

 

“The true man wants two things: danger and play.”

“Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.”

“The secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment is: to live dangerously!”

“Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.”

 

In 1888, William Williams Keen became one of the first surgeons to successfully remove a brain tumor. 

A big win. It's true. You can look it up. 

What's harder to find, however, are stories of all the times old Double Billy K tried to pull a tumor out of a brain and lost. 

The losses must have happened. 

The key, though, win or lose, is to never fail.

And the only way to fail is not to fight. 

So you fight until you can't fight anymore. Hold up your head and enter the arena and face the enemy. Fight until you can't fight anymore. Never let go. Never give up. Never run. Never surrender.

Fight the good fight. 

You fight. Even when it seems inevitable that you're about to go down swinging. 

Why do we even try when the barriers are so high and the odds are so low? Why don't we just pack it in and go home? It would be so, so much easier.

It's because in the end, there's no glory in easy. No one remembers easy. They remember the blood and the bones and the long, agonizing fight to the top.

 And that is how you become legendary.

 

It is said that there's one sure sign of a successful negotiation. It's that when the parties leave the table, they feel like they have been screwed. The goal is a compromise, a situation where everybody wins. It is said that negotiation is an art form. Yet, when we negotiate, we have a strategy. We use tactics. "Strategies" and "tactics" aren't words we use for seeking a compromise. These are words for going to war.

Migration

 

So, there's this bird. 

Some sort of swallow I think. 

Every September, thousands of them ditch rainy Seattle to winter in Mexico. 

These birds aren't dumb.

 And every year, crowds of people gather around Seattle to drink beer and watch the flocks take off. They call it the Great Migration. 

I don't know how those birds do it. Travel thousands of miles without getting lost. Banging into windows, being eaten by cats. 

But every spring, they're always here. 

I guess they come back to what they know. 

People say it's pretty cool, watching them go. They say you can actually see the moment when, at some mysterious signal, all at once the birds decide to leave.

 So maybe I've been missing out. 

Whatever

... there's always next year.

 

There are times in our lives when love really does conquer all: exhaustion, sleep deprivation, anything. 

And then there are those times when it seems like love brings us nothing but pain. 

We're always looking for ways to ease the pain. 

Sometimes we ease the pain by making the best of what we have. Sometimes it's by losing ourselves in the moment. 

And sometimes all we need to do to ease the pain is call a simple truce

.

 

 We're all looking for answers, in life, in everything.

Sometimes the answers we're looking for have been hiding just below the surface. 

Other times, we find answers when we didn't even realize we were asking the question.

 Sometimes the answers can catch us completely by surprise. 

And sometimes, even when we find the answer we've been looking for, we're still left with a whole hell of a lot of questions.

 

The human life is made up of choices. Yes or no? In or out? Up or down? And then there are the choices that matter: to love or hate, to be a hero or to be a coward, to fight or to give in, to live or die... Live or die? That's the important choice, and it's not always in our hands. Yes or no? In or out? Up or down? Live or die? Hero or coward? Fight or give in?  I'll say it again, to make sure you hear me: the human life is made up of choices. Live or die? That's the important choice … and it's not always in our hands.

 

The skin is the largest organ in the body. 

It protects us. Holds us together. Literally lets us know how we’re feeling. 

The skin can be soft and vulnerable. Highly sensitive. Easy to break. 

 No matter how thick-skinned we try to be, there’s millions of electrifying nerve endings in there. Open and exposed and feeling way too much. 

Try as we might to keep from feeling pain. Sometimes it’s just unavoidable. 

Sometimes, that’s the only thing left: just feeling.

Climb

 

If you’re a climber there’s always another mountain. 

They take pictures of mountain climbers at the top of a mountain. 

They’re smiling, ecstatic, triumphant. 

They don’t take pictures along the way cause who wants to remember the rest of it. 

We push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next level. Nobody takes pictures of that. Nobody wants to remember. 

We just wanna remember the view from the top. The breathtaking moment at the edge of the world. That’s what keeps us climbing. And it’s worth the pain. 

That’s the crazy part. 

It’s worth anything.

 

Just like we need food and water, humans need each other.

 A brain study revealed that when placed in an MRI, a patient's reward center lit up when another person sat in the room. 

Neurons fire when talk to someone, think about someone, and they go haywire when we hold someone's hand.

 Our brains and bodies are actually programmed to seek each other out and connect. 

So then why do so many people prefer being alone?

 Why do we often run for the hills when we feel the slightest connection?

 Why we do we feel compelled to fight what we're hardwired to do?

 Maybe it's because when we find someone or something to hold on to, that feeling becomes like air. 

And we're terrified we're going to lose it. 

, you can get pretty good at the alone thing.

 But most things are better when they're shared with someone else

 

Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can't have. 

Desire leaves us heartbroken. 

It wears us out.

 Desire can wreck your life.

 But as tough as wanting something can be, 

the people who suffer the most are those who don't know what they want.

 

So, do it. Decide.

Is this the life you want to live?

Is this the person you want to love?

Is this the best you can be?

Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? 

Decide.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out & decide.

 

Wisdom is being able to see the world for what it is, 

rather than what you want it to be

 

if a person would just make the effort, there's something to be learned from everything. 

From even the most ordinary, commonplace things, there's always something you can learn.

 

Creation and destruction are the two ends of the same moment.

 And everything between the creation and the next destruction is the journey of life.

 

The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. 

Each minute  thousands of animals are being eaten alive,

 many others are running for their lives, 

whimpering with fear, 

others are slowly being devoured from within by rasping parasites,

 thousands of all kinds are dying of starvation, thirst, and disease. 

It must be so. 

If there ever is a time of plenty, this very fact will automatically lead to an increase in the population until the natural state of starvation and misery is restored.

 In a universe of electrons and selfish genes, 

blind physical forces and genetic replication, 

some people are going to get hurt, 

other people are going to get lucky,

 and you won't find any rhyme or reason in it, nor any justice. 

The universe that we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, 

at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good,

 nothing but pitiless indifference

 

How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded,

 “This is better than we thought!

 The Universe is much bigger than our prophets said, grander, more subtle, more elegant?” 

Instead they say, “No, no, no! My god is a little god, and I want him to stay that way.”

 A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the Universe as revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths.

 

The scientist is not a person who gives the right answers, 

he's one who asks the right questions.

 

Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. 

What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? 

The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. 

Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?

 

Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this: 

when we as a species abandon our trust in a power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability.

 Faiths… all faiths… are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable. 

With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth.

 Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed. 

The church consists of a brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls wanting only to be a voice of compassion in a world spinning out of control

 

 how do we know that two and two make four?

 Or that the force of gravity works? 

Or that the past is unchangeable?

 If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable

 – what then?

 

it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring

 

An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field

 

The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.

 

Even if you cannot change all the people around you, you can change the people you choose to be around. 

Life is too short to waste your time on people who don’t respect, appreciate, and value you.

 Spend your life with people who make you smile, laugh, and feel loved.

 

You cannot control the behavior of others, 

but you can always choose how you respond to it

 

Imperfection is beauty, 

madness is genius 

it's better to be absolutely ridiculous

 than absolutely boring.

Rule Eleven

When walking in open territory, bother no one.

If someone bothers you, ask him to stop.

If he does not stop, destroy him.

Rule Ten

Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.

Rule Nine

Do NOT harm little children.

Rule Eight

Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.

Rule Seven

Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires.

If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.

Rule Six

Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.

Rule Five

Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.

Rule Four

If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.

Rule Three

When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.

Rule Two

Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.

Rule One

Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.

Improvement

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

The

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.

The

The roaring of lions,
the howling of wolves,
the raging of the stormy sea,
and the destructive sword.
are portions of eternity
too great for the eye of man.

The

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

 

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it.

Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

 

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited.

Nightmares have that quality, don't they?.

 

If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area:

get thee to a dictionary

and be relentless about your visits there.

 

It is hungry, it it immortal.

Worse, it knows nothing of whim.

 

Explanation is not half as strong as experience

but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding.

The Equalizer

 And NO, Control can't be M or Q as they are MI6 where Control is American. 

And McCall is NOT Solo as Solo is American. Solo retired, moved to London and became Albert Stroller (think about it)

As someone will bring it up - this is set after the Connery Bond retires. Moore was still Bond in London when Equalizer was setting up in New York. In this version, "James Bond 007" is the alias used by that agent at that time. When "Connery" retires and moves to New York, "Moore" becomes Bond. (Forgetting about Lazenby of course). So maybe Robert McCall (a Scottish name) was Connery-Bonds REAL name all along.

Those who have seen The Rock may have heard the theory that John Mason is Connery-Bond, captured and disavowed, replaced by the Moore-Bond and left in US prison.

The Equalizer

 McCall was a retired Intelligence Officer, deliberately British, so people have enjoyed speculating who he may have really been during his career - Bond, Steed, or even Callan, same actor playing what is really the same character. 

But yes, if McCall is the retired CONNERY Bond (think about it) then Control is Felix, still in the Service and now very senior. Even if it isn't literally them, that's kind of who they are based on

Stephen King The Stand

 If you look at his next several books, Christine and Firestarter which are standalone. Cujo, in which its speculated that the killer dog is the killer deputy from Dead Zone. The stories in Nightfall, which include the ones that appear in Cats Eye, Children Of The Corn, and a short story set at the start of the flu outbreak from Stand. IT, his next magnum length book, set it Derry, another Maine town, nothing to do with Roland's world. Yet at the same time the DT series are being released, Drawing Of The Three, Waste Lands. Back in this world, we start to see The Shop appearing and being referenced more in the books.

It is massively unfair that Stu goes home to see his baby grow up and Larry doesn't. They died for no reason.

Flagg

 Flagg is the Man In Black from Dark Tower. 

In Roland's world, the World Moved On, there are "thinnies" to alternate versions of our world, or what version of it Mr King is working in at that time. The Stand was a very early book, as was The Gunslinger, and Eyes Of The Dragon, the other book in which Flagg appears.

 If you look at his other early works, Carrie, Salem's Lot, Shining, Dead Zone, the four stories in Different Seasons which include Shawshank and The Body (Stand By Me), he hadn't really started making a lot of those connections that you see in his later works. Roland's world really was a different story set in a different world at that time. The only connections at that time were that a lot of stories were set in Maine, and more of them were being set in, or connected to, Castle Rock. 

The Stand was the first early book where the character leave the East Coast and march west, and it is a post apocalyptic brave new world. The next tie he tried this post apocalypse approach was in Cell, the first post-Roland book, written after completing the last DT.

The Stand

 What makes no sense, and I thought this since I first read the abridged book in 1980, is why did Glen, Larry and Ralph have to die? 

They are "sent West", Stu gets a pass by breaking his leg so Tom can find him and escort him safely back to Fran, the other 3 end up in Vegas. It was never clear what they are expected to do, so you are waiting for some divine deus ex purpose and something they actually DO that resolves things a purpose. But no, they get captured and banged up. Glen gets shot in his cell. Larry and Ralph get taken out for execution. Then Trash turns up  with the missile and blows the town up killing Flagg and all the  "evil" people. Which would have happened anyway. 

So why did they have to go West just to die in the bomb blast with the baddies? Them being there did nothing to make Trash turn up with the bomb. They died for nothing. Same with the 3 "scouts"- the judge and her who just went there and got killed, they didn't learn anything or bring anything back. Tom got out alive, finds Stu, then the bomb goes off. The whole point of the exercise was what? Five got sent there to die for nothing.  All they had to do was to stay in the Frees one, and Trash turns up with he bomb and blows up Vegas. Problem takes care of itself. 

This is the one thing that always bugged me about this great book and it's film.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Proverbs of Hell

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

A dead body. revenges not injuries.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword. are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.

The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

Exuberance is Beauty.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

The Addict:

 

"Now, I think it was a Brit named Sir Robert Walpole who coined the phrase, "All men have their price."

 Now, I happen to agree.

 Although my point of view on the matter's changed.

 See, I used to think my price would be money or diamonds or gold. You know? 

Well, imaging my surprise when I realized that my price has become a needle in the arm."

 

Somebody once told me that if a stoplight turns red before you can cross, your life changes forever.

 I'll buy that it changes but, just 'til the next morning. 

Then it's a whole new deal.

 

In life only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes: 

No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions, you are going to make mistakes. You are going to hurt people. You are going to get hurt. 

And if you ever want to recover, there's really only one thing you can say. Forgive and forget That's what they say. 

It's good advice, but it's not very practical. 

When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. 

Without forgiveness old scores are never settled. 

Old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for is that one day we'll be lucky enough to forget.

Addiction

 

we see addiction every day. 

It's shocking how many kinds of addiction exist. It would be too easy if it were just drugs and booze and cigarettes. 

the hardest part of kicking a habit is wanting to kick it. I mean, we get addicted for a reason, right? 

Often, too often, things that start out as just a normal part of your life at some point cross the line to obsessive, compulsive, out of control. It's the high we're chasing, the high that makes everything else fade away. 

The thing about addiction is it never ends well, because eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high stops feeling good and starts to hurt. 

Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there? 

Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse.

The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth

1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.
2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.
3. When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.
4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.
5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.
6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.
7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.
8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.
9. Do not harm little children.
10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.
11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

The Nine Satanic Statements

1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!
2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!
3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!
4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates!
5. Satan represents vengeance instead of turning the other cheek!
6. Satan represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires!
7. Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all!
8. Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification!
9. Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!

Most of my friends ...

Were strangers when I met them

Scars

 

People have scars. 

In all sorts of unexpected places. 

Like secret road maps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds.

 Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. 

But some of them don't. 

Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.

 What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? 

Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. 

That's what we like to think.

 But that's not the way it is, is it? 

Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

 

Disappearances happen in science. 

Disease can suddenly fade away, tumors go missing, 

 open someone up to discover the cancer is gone. 

It's unexplained, it's rare, but it happens. 

Call it mis-diagnosis, say we never saw it in the first place, any explanation but the truth. 

That life is full of vanishing acts.

 If something that we didn’t know we had disappears, do we miss it?

 

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. 

So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. 

So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. 

No matter how much we hurt them. 

The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping.

 And sure, sometimes close can be too close.

 But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.

 

Many people don't know that the human eye has a blind spot in its field of vision. 

There is a part of the world that we are literally blind to. 

The problem is, sometimes our blind spots shield us from things that really shouldn't be ignored. Sometimes our blind spots keep our lives bright and shiny.

 When it comes to our blind spots, maybe our brains aren't compensating. Maybe they're protecting us.

Guilt

 

 Guilt never goes anywhere on its own, it brings its friends - doubt and insecurity. 

 the fact is, most of us do harm all the time. 

Sometimes even when we're trying to help, we do more harm than good. And then the guilt rears its ugly head. 

What you do with that guilt is up to you.

 We're left with a choice. 

Either let the guilt throw you back into the behavior that got you into trouble in the first place, or learn from the guilt and do your best to move on.

Time

 

For even the strongest of us it seems to play tricks. Slowing down. Hovering. Until it freezes. Leaving us stuck in a moment, unable to move in one direction or the other. Time flies. Time waits for no man.  Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time.

Sin

 

In life we are taught that there are seven deadly sins. 

We all know the big ones... gluttony, pride, lust.

 But the sin you don't hear much about is anger. 

Maybe it's because we think anger is not that dangerous, that you can control it. 

My point is, maybe we don't give anger enough credit. Maybe it can be a lot more dangerous than we think. After all, when it comes to destructive behavior, it did make the top seven. 

So what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? 

It's pretty simple really, you give into a sin like envy or pride and you only hurt yourself. Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself and probably one or two others. 

But anger, anger is the worst... the mother of all sins... 

Not only can anger drive you over the edge, when it does you can take an awful lot of other people with you.

Game

 

A good basketball game can have us all on the edge of our seats. 

Games are all about the glory, pain and the play by play.

 And then there are the more solitary games. The games we each play all by ourselves. The social games, the mind games. We use them to pass the time to make life more interesting... to distract us from what's really going on. 

There are those of us who love to play games, any game. And there are those of us who love to play a little too much. 

Life is not a spectator sport. Win, lose, or draw, the game is in progress whether we want it to be or not. 

So go ahead... argue with the ref, change the rules, cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there's no tomorrow.

 Okay, so it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game

... right?

 

Okay, so, sometimes even the best of us make rash decisions. 

Bad decisions. Decisions we pretty much know we're going to regret the moment, the minute, especially the morning after. I mean, maybe not regret, regret because at least, you know, we put ourselves out there. 

But...still. Something inside us decides to do a crazy thing. A thing we know will probably turn around and bite us in the ass. Yet, we do it anyway. 

What I'm saying is...we reap what we sow. what comes around goes around. It's karma and, any way you slice it...karma sucks. 

Like I was saying payback's a bitch. 

One way or another our karma will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind. One way or another, our karma will always find us. 

 No matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home. 

I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not unfair. It's not unexpected. It just...evens the score. 

And even when we're about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass...well, it goes without saying. 

We do it anyway.

 

If you love somebody, let them go, 

for if they return, they were always yours. 

If they don't, they never were

We aren’t who we want to be

 

We are what society demands. 

We are what our parents choose. 

We don’t want to disappoint anyone; 

we have a great need to be loved.

 So we smother the best in us. 

Gradually, the light of our dreams turns into the monster of our nightmares.

 They become things not done, possibilities not lived.

 

Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near

 

Everything on earth is being continuously transformed, 

because the earth is alive... and it has a soul. 

We are part of that soul, so we rarely recognize that it is working for us.... 

we continue to change as change is the nature of man. 

No one is "just this way". 

That is who they are today

 - it will not be who they are tomorrow.

 

Cats have no need of philosophy. 

Obeying their nature, they are content with the life it gives them.

 In humans, on the other hand, discontent with their nature seems to be natural. 

With predictably tragic and farcical results, the human animal never ceases striving to be something that it is not. 

Cats make no such effort.

 Much of human life is a struggle for happiness. 

Among cats, on the other hand, happiness is the state to which they default when practical threats to their well-being are removed. 

They possess as their birthright a felicity humans regularly fail to attain.

 

Some wanted to be free, 

others wanted to be taken care of

 

 

The supply of matter in the universe was never more tightly packed than it is now, or more widely spread out.

 For nothing is ever added to it or subtracted from it. 

It follows that the movement of atoms today is no different from what it was in bygone ages and always will be.

 So the things that have regularly come into being will continue to come into being in the same manner; 

they will be and grow and flourish so far as each is allowed by the laws of nature.

 

It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it.