The ditch digger's lullaby...
Reg
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The rabbit bleated "I'm late, I'm late!" and I staring at my watch noticed it
had stopped.
He asked "How many colors do you see?" and I thought...
A rainbow, a prism, the blue of the sea...
The dark of a grave or the green of a tree...
Her dress or her hair, an arrow, my heart...
I think I can no longer tell the colors apart...
In a panic a mirror I searched for in vain, if I stared into it would I
still
look the same?
–--
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
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The rabbit bleated "I'm late, I'm late!" and I staring at my watch noticed it
had stopped.
He asked "How many colors do you see?" and I thought...
A rainbow, a prism, the blue of the sea...
The dark of a grave or the green of a tree...
Her dress or her hair, an arrow, my heart...
I think I can no longer tell the colors apart...
In a panic a mirror I searched for in vain, if I stared into it would I
still
look the same?
–--
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
