} Said the whipporwill to the goldfish, sitting by the gate,
} "Purple argyle sweaters--those are your fate."
} Alas, I see, and behold from afar,
} Molecules of ATP, DNA, and protein in a jar.
} The question of existance, you have posed to me,
} Whether alligator, guinea pig, armadillo, or flea?
} "Neither, nonce, shall ye be!" (The oracle, he spake)
} "Take your silly mortal head, and drench it in a lake!"
} The truth of the matter,
} (it should be plain to see)
} Is that I am thou,
} And thou art clearly me.
} Wondering why you asked?
} You owe the oracle an existential feeling of ennui, and two hours of our