The general of generalizing sits on the fence pondering the merry-go-round. Not made up his mind, no solid view, just a dizzying frown, a disappointing view. Whence did he come, whence did he go, no one knows, that fractious pound. Committing is final he thought in his views, but nothing is stable, consistent of news.. For that news is changing in constant reviews all wrapped up in diverse, differing views.. I’ll sit on the fence he thought for a while. Let simplicity alone decide my smile.