Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked."Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat."I don't know," Alice answered."Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
"So long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation. "Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."
"All right," said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone. "Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin," thought Alice; "but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!"
- Name: beepbeepitsme
- Location: Australia
I am diagonally parked in a parallel universe. Like Arthur Dent from "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy", if you do not have a Babel Fish in your ear this blog will be completely unintelligible to you and will read something like this: "boggle, google, snoggle, slurp, slurp, dingleberry to the power of 10". Fortunately, those who have had the Babel Fish inserted in their ear, will understood this blog perfectly. If you are familiar with this technology, you will know that the Babel Fish lives on brainwave radiation. It excretes energy in the form of exactly the correct brainwaves needed by its host to understand what was just said; or in this case, what was read. The Babel Fish, thanks to scientific research, reverses the problem defined by its namesake in the Tower of Babel, where a deity was supposedly inspired to confuse the human race by making them unable to understand each other.
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Lyrics by Robbie FulksA world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless skyA man's life so meager, he can but wonder whyHe cries out to Heaven its truth to revealThe answer: only silence, for God isn't real.Go ask the starving millions under Stalin's cruel reignGo ask the child with cancer who eases her painThen go to your churches, if that's how you feelBut don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.He forms in his image a weak and foolish manSpeaks to him in symbols that few understandFor a life of devotion, the death blow he dealsWe'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real.Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defyGo tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high...Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel,But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.No, no matter how He should be, God isn't real.