Have you ever wondered what a genius thinks about when those wrinkles appear over the brow? Well, this is what engaged my full attention yesterday. Being that I was at work, I couldn’t hop on a computer and look up the answer.
It was only this morning, once energized with coffee and cigarettes, that I checked Wiki.
Now, obviously I know a collective of crows is called a murder. How could I forget that, yet remember that a collective of rooks is called a parliament?
The mechanisms of the mind operate in mysterious fashions.