Confused Confucius has a dry wit, the kind of humour that soars over the heads of your less intellectual friends with the occasional sarcasm that hides behind the mask of a lighthearted joke. There is also whimsy that is at once playful and yet not really of this earth.
At times the fanciful just gets weird, the wit is lost and the saying becomes absurd.
As a chronicler, I must collate it all somehow and yet so many sayings defy classification or any form of human order. So this series is random, that catch-all for the aphorisms that probably do not say anything.
Randoms appear on a Monday, the day of the moon because another planet is where they belong. Their nature though forces them to pop up anytime and anywhere.
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