My legend began in the 12th century. My legend is quite old. The 12th Century was a long time ago. My mornings begin with a cup of coffee with cream at the cafe. My afternoon begins with hot tea with two lumps of sugar. And my evenings... In the evening I change into my pajamas. Humming and the nightly news share a very tight connection indeed. A symphony can not be created using common sense and probabilities.It is already written in the fate of the composer. No... that's not it. A symphony is the inevitable result of a bad childhood, deafness, and too many beans eaten after a certain time of day. Thus I found myself carrying the entire weight of the troop as I preformed my dance before a capacity crowd at the opera house.One must take time to think! Rushing forward without considering things beforehand is the hight of foolishness. Ahh yes that reminds of of another time when I had to consider things, that case was long ago but I remember it still. It was back when I still hung my hat on Bakers St. and called it home. It's quite basic actually perhaps the simplest of tricks there is. True it may not seem so simple from an ordinary persons point of view, some people may even consider it a baffling, utterly perplexing problem. Things will often appear complicated on the outside while in truth they are simplicity itself. Of course how one sees these things depends on the person, many people find there is a fine line separating the complex to the very simple.
FOOL! Are you even listening?