A puddle wakes up one morning and thinks: “This is a very amazing world I find myself in. It fits me very perfectly. In fact it fits me so absolutely perfectly… I mean its really precise isn’t it? If the hole was just one millimeter smaller or larger I wouldn't fit… It must have been designed to have me in it.”
this question has been asked already but not at this time of day so here you go. =D
2007-04-01
22:55:18
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here you go icarus62, the rest of the poem:
"It must have been made to have me in it.” And the sun rises, and it’s continuing to narrate this story about how this hole must have been made to have him in it. And as the sun rises, and gradually the puddle is shrinking and shrinking and shrinking— and by the time the puddle ceases to exist, it’s still thinking— it’s still trapped in this idea that— that the hole was there for it.
2007-04-01
22:59:06 ·
update #1
i suppose the answer is recycled into nature. =D
2007-04-01
23:01:06 ·
update #2