Potpurri

Although men and women take a great deal of pride in being different from each other, they are much more alike than they wish or care to be.

A slow movement of Mozart's pales in comparison to your music of the night. What you are trying to compose, is uncomposeable by any human being. What you are trying to say is unsaidable, yet, many greats in music have attempted to say it, but have never even come close to you poets of the night.

Virgil, in all of his glory failed to say in "The Aeneid," what you say to your mates every night.
The language of humans is of no consequence compared to yours.
Linguistics is a silly human affair, in contrast to your nightly songs.
Your singing makes us humans want to be like you.

Michael Angelo was only a second rate painter in contrast to you. You paint and furnish new homes for yourselves, even after trees and Forrest have been destroyed. Your love making, makes us humans' seem like the alphabet without vowels.
You lovely creatures of the night.

"Have you heard about the child kidnapping story?" asks one co-worker to another in the lunch room. "No, I haven't," replied the bewildered co-worker. "Did they kidnapped the child in a Gremlin or a Pinto?" asked the individual. --"No, the child was kidnapped in a 2011 Maybach--extended version I might add. Afterward, the child was taken to an airport, where he boarded a private plane and was flown to a far away land where royalty still abounds.

At first, the child's parents were devastated, until they received a letter from the kidnapper. In this letter, the kidnapper stays anonymous; nonetheless, the kidnapper promises the child's parents that he will take exceptional care of their beloved son. In turn, the child's father writes back to the kidnapper. 'To who it may concern: I write who, not because I'm uneducated, even though I am, but because an individual with as much money and power as I've been told you have, cannot under any circumstances be considered an objective case. Make sure you spoil my son rotten, as rotten as I'd liked to have been spoiled myself, but wasn't't. For you see, my father and mother were poor and had little money--although they possessed something more important, love for me and each other! My father cleaned toilets for a living and could never afford to buy me anything. One day, however, he brought me a piece of cake after work. Just the thought of him using his hands to clean toilets, discussed me so much, that I took the cake and made him believed I ate it, even though I threw it away shortly after'....

One year later, the kidnapper shows up at this men's front door with the child. 'I brought your son back. I was touched and enlightened after reading your letter. Such wisdom for a fool, never have I seeing the likes of before. You must be well read and versed in the Books of Solomon, for only there have I encountered such wisdom. It was partly because of this that I decided to return your son back to you and your wife.' the kidnapper says. 'Perhaps fools have more wisdom than you might think' the man replies, but not before welcoming his son with hugs and kisses. 'Now, I'll do something that is short of enlightened--police, police!' the father shouted. A few minutes later, the police showed up at the front door. 'Arrest this men, for he has kidnapped my son,' the child's father says. 'I'm disappointed' the king says. 'For you see, you're not as enlightened as I'd presumed you'd be, for if you were, you'd know that I was going to voluntarily turn myself in, after returning your son to you and your wife'.