For fun I am reading a book on cognitive psychology and it implications (Anderson, 2010). The book was discussing the differences between semantics and syntax. The book generated a random series of words I thought was actually quite poetic:
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
I completely agree. How many green, nascent, ideas still slumber inside our heads waiting for their moment to burst out and be acted upon. Until I give my ideas color and substance they are colorless abstracts. The second gem of random creation was:
Sincerity frightened the cat.
I can't help but thinking what happened to the unsuspecting cat the last time the scientist (or toddler) showed a look of sincerity. I think the cat found itself in a deadly box or some such.