are you somebody? do you think?

I KNOW I need to ad corn starch to this.

THE NEXT GIANT DISSONANCE:

The FIRST PERSON’S NEED for the THIRD PERSON’S SMILE: (as in grammar)

A Clash of Civilization, or maybe a nascent cultural war: a future battle between musical lyrics and philosphy, between a statement written by the Father of Philosophy (pointless over thinking) with rat pack popularized lyrics (pointless nostalgia).

Descarte’s 1637 observation (to call it a realization imples accpetance, huh?) “COGITO ERGO SUM” versus a song from the waning years of WW II’s “You’re nobody till Somebody Loves You” made famous by Dean Martin, then Frank Sinatra. Hardly known are the big name THINKERS/composers, Cavanaugh, Morgan and Stock.


I have telepathied this to the UN SECURITY COUNCIL about this inchoate conflict, but they had left the Chambers for PJ CLARK’S after a question about a deaf mute in a forest who saw a single armed man attempting to clap while a flock of vultures suffering unmedicated incontinence flew over head.


GUESS being/thinking is second to that one, illusration by Van Gogh forthcoming.

FYI:


KEY Lyrics:
You're nobody, nobody 'til somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody

Gotta get yourself somebody

Because you're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares

(http://www.geocities.com/merrystar3/allysongs/YoureNobodyTilSomebody )


You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You"
By James Cavanaugh, Russ Morgan and Larry Stock


“You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You" is a popular song.

It was written by Russ Morgan, Larry Stock, and James Cavanaugh (musician) and published in 1944. The song was first recorded by Morgan, but it is best known in versions by Dean Martin and by The Mills Brothers. It has also been recorded by many others.

or

COGITO ERGO SUM:

http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/descartes-epistemology/#4

[ from the looks of things the song has one the minds of the today, for in an episode of the Simpson’s giant monster advertising CHARACTERS came to life and terrorized Springfield after a bolt of lightning and incensed by Homer’s theft of a donut. THE MONSTERS VANISHED when they were ignored . . . clearly not thinking to being on their parts –unloved and ignored they DIED. But wait, they were inanimate, but no, they were alive, like frankensteins monster. Without his moral underpinings – they are Madison Avenue thought controllers after all.]