Ah, now I understand! That, in my opinion is a conundrum, and I've had my share, the typical "When you're my age..." I remember as a kid, complaining to my uncle that time was going so slowly, that days and weeks and school terms seemed endless. He responded that time was relative, and that the older you get the faster it goes, until eventually years seem shorter than days. He said that with a smile and a wink, and I just shrugged. I think people enjoy saying that kind of thing. The fact is, though, he was right. Time's flying by for me now. This is my twentieth year in Spain, though I still dream about stuff from my time in Ireland, and the people I knew there, like for my brain those long-gone days are still present time.
Here's a riddle, my favourite one:
Have I told it to you before? I tell this one to everyone, if the opportunity turns up. Here goes.
A man is looking at a picture which we can't see. We ask him who the person in the picture is, and he replies
"Brothers and sisters, I have none, but this man's father is my father's son."
Isn't it supposed to be himself looking at his reflection? It may not be, jejejeje
I hate riddles, it's like when people can't just be straightforward and then you have to start guessing what it is that they're trying to say; which I hate.
Anyways my friend. I've missed you a lot. I hope to see you soon.
Hugh
(Anonymous) 2009-04-10 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)Muchos pasos en la vida son pequeñas lecciones, dalos todos... Y luego, separa la paja del trigo.
Abrazo
D
Re: Hugh
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Try reading Raymond Smullyan's "What's the name of this book?".
Anyhow, what's the riddle that's bugging you?
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Here's a riddle, my favourite one:
Have I told it to you before? I tell this one to everyone, if the opportunity turns up. Here goes.
A man is looking at a picture which we can't see. We ask him who the person in the picture is, and he replies
"Brothers and sisters, I have none, but this man's father is my father's son."
Who is the person in the picture?
Grá mór.
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I hate riddles, it's like when people can't just be straightforward and then you have to start guessing what it is that they're trying to say; which I hate.
Anyways my friend. I've missed you a lot. I hope to see you soon.
*hugs*
Grá mór.
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