You could wear some sort of collar or swallow some pill like your pet, but ultimately, there will be that bothersome critter to plague you. As Augustus de Morgan wrote long ago, “Big fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite ‘em, and little fleas have lesser fleas ad infinitum.” At a minimum: Temporally and spatially indefinite.
So, you wake up, get your tea or coffee, and glance at the news. It doesn’t stop. Each day there’s that little frustration as you whisper to yourself, “Why does the world have to be like this?” And then you realize that those who bite have their own tormentors, and they, in turn, have theirs. It’s fleas ad infinitum.
Have a flea that has a flea that has a flea that bites? You're not the first and not the last, but you'll be fine. And if you should de-flea yourself, I'll happily give you mine.
So, you wake up, get your tea or coffee, and glance at the news. It doesn’t stop. Each day there’s that little frustration as you whisper to yourself, “Why does the world have to be like this?” And then you realize that those who bite have their own tormentors, and they, in turn, have theirs. It’s fleas ad infinitum.
Have a flea that has a flea that has a flea that bites? You're not the first and not the last, but you'll be fine. And if you should de-flea yourself, I'll happily give you mine.
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