There is a poem that reminds me a lot of you.
A centipede was happy – quite!
Until a toad in fun Said,
"Pray, which leg moves after which?"
This raised her doubts to such a pitch,
She fell exhausted in the ditch
Not knowing how to run.
I suppose, however, to prove my point will mean I’ll have to find a one armed economist.
In the mean time I offer you this help:
Two Monks were walking through the jungle discussing the nature of reality. The first told the second that everything is an illusion. An angry elephant appeared on the trail ahead of them and suddenly charged. The first Monk quickly ran up a tree while the second, considering the remarkable notion of delusion stood transfixed on the ground. I’m sure that even a theorist of your caliber can guess the result.
Laying quite the worse for wear on the ground he called up to his friend in the tree and exclaimed, “I thought you said everything is an illusion. Why did you run up the tree?” “Yes”, the first Monk said, “ My running up the tree was an illusion too.”
This has always been my favorite song about the galaxy.
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite enough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light years thick
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point
We go round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go – the speed of light, you know
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause there's ah heck all down here on earth
Songwriters: Eric Idle, Trevor Jones. For non-commercial use only.