To: RJ2 who wrote (90394 ) 10/7/2002 2:40:50 AM From: E. Charters Respond to Bull Lemmings. Now that is a gnomer, miss. Naomi, sex at noon taxes, I moan, said Paladin Palindromeda. Whew! What a mad century we slept through! Did you miss it too? We dsrmioknek to the Bull Lemming Brigade. Long may they stampede. I think I hear the distant thunder of their tiny hooves, maddened in frenzied flight by the siren lure of the dry salt sea, and of course, proudly beckoned to duty by the wisdom of the chief bull lemming's silly swan song. The logic of chasing the golden calf and madly worshipping heavy elements in a frenzied sybaritic bacchanale is lost on merely mundane utilitarians. They miss the entire point that life's true purpose is to attempt to make it seem that any logic or purpose is infinitely illogical, and to pursue the opposition to the sensible is the best attempt at mirroring the ultimate cause of creation. (If one cares to do that as a hobby) It points to the obvious conclusion that god did not create the world and the beings that live upon it, but it was an accident that got away from her, and that mocks him to this day. This is why the Egyptoids built pyramidal objects upon the desert sand with such great precision. It was their basic grasp at the futility of purpose that is so abjectly but magnificently drawn in the total absence of plan or reason in comparison to the enormity of their effort. In this they saw all man's greatness and weakness, cause and happenstance, all wrapped up into one. They planned greatly and worked magnificently to do the greatest nothing at all, thus to mock man's pretension of knowing why he does anything at all. It is the longest running inside joke of the wise upon the seekers of wisdom, since eve bit into an apple and said to adam, "Here, try this, it will make you the smart one. Go out and hunt tigers all day, I will stay home, fix supper and clean the cave."
