Jabberwocky

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 

All mimsy were the borogoves, 

      And the mome raths outgrabe. 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! 

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun 

      The frumious Bandersnatch!” 

He took his vorpal sword in hand; 

      Long time the manxome foe he sought— 

So rested he by the Tumtum tree 

      And stood awhile in thought. 

And, as in uffish thought he stood, 

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, 

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, 

      And burbled as it came! 

One, two! One, two! And through and through 

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! 

He left it dead, and with its head 

      He went galumphing back. 

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? 

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy! 

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” 

      He chortled in his joy. 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 

All mimsy were the borogoves, 

      And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky

What makes things unintelligible? What is the structure of nonsense? Experience is ineffable. / Fallacies of reasoning in circles

Present! - Raymond Moody: The Logic of "Life after Death"

"Nonsense is a highly patterned phenomenon."
Raymond Moody


The question: Is there life after death, is not a scientific question, because you can't think of a way to verify that.

"The most intellectually honest thing to say is that something is going on that we don't understand. And that maybe we don't even yet have fully the logic and intellectual tools to begin to understand it."

"What I think of the external world has to do with the recurrent patterns in my consciousness. But it's just an inference to say that there is an external world. [...] We are dealing with matter, space and time with a philosophical or an abstract system of concepts, which are self-consistant. But to make the philosophical judgements beyond that... Physicalism is a philosophy. Scientism: the only rational way of securing truth and searching for knowledge is by scientific method. [...] How would we know if scientific method is the only rational means of securing knowledge and truth? Because I know it by the scientific method (?) or Because I know it by philosophy, by literary theory (?), by the law (?), by History (?). So scientism is something that a lot of people in this society value very deeply but they've never thought it through, because there have to be other rational means of securing knowledge even to know if the scientific method works. [...] I love science, but to make science your ideology of life is an inherently self-defeating move. To me, science is a wonderful method for capturing the truth about certain areas of existence, but not about other areas of existence."

"Medical doctors should take a few philosophy courses before they start fooling around with the afterlife question."

"Even if you could prove that the soul leaves the body, that wouldn't prove that there's life after death."

"The pseudo-science of parapsychology, in my opinion, is one of the main reasons why we're stuck on the afterlife question."

"What we need in this question of the afterlife is an actual skeptic."

"Since I didn't have a religious background, to me the whole notion of an afterlife was just so incredibly bizarre."

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Goldiloppers And The Three Bearloders

Now, once a-polly tito. You may think that doesn't sound quite right. But believe me, once a-polly tito it is, and in this case it was Goldyloppers.
Goldyloppers trittly-how in the early mordy, and she falolloped down the steps. Oh unfortunade for crackening of the eggers and the sheebs and the buttery full-falollop and graze the knee-clappers. So she had a vaselubrious, rub it on and a quick healy huff and that was that. So off she went, and
she went trittly-how down the garbage path, and at the left right-hand-side goal she passed a [sniff] poo-pom, it was hillows a humus heapy in the garbage! But never mind. Erm... she lost her wail.
Now this is a sadness, dear childers, because in the slight misty haze which all forry, let me tell you, in the ephemeral forry there's always a fairy control where the misty risey huff there, and so she was completely lost it. Oh folly, folly. There was a cotty; so she went up, all ready with the basket and picked up the butter and all that with a little bit of birch she scrape it off and rub it and down her clothesee. Mum would be cross but... never mind. Clop clop on the door. This little cotty had a jar on the door, so she went in. Nobody there. Three baseload of porry on the tabloid, all slightly steamy huff, and nobody at. She called out: [as though down a cardboard tube] "Anyone home?" Nobody. Folly, folly, and a little hunger was with her, so she falolloped a taste out of the first basel.This was the large baseload and too oversalty for the flabe p't't't spitty-how. Oh dear! Now the middload was a middle flabe which was not too oversalt and a sugar flabe on her saliva glam and it wasn't course quite satisfactual; so she did a tasty most in the little baseload there, and it was a joy. And oh [gulp] (pardlo!) as she stuffled it down! Oho dear! Now this was great, but there was also a little tiredness in the Goldyloppers and she sat on a three-lebber stool and -- tock falolloper! -- all the lebbers floating across the corm, sat on her bocus there, bruisey most.Well, still there was no one around, so she went brrrrrr tock up the stairloaders. And she found a
large bedding, not a caypack that eiderdown but stuffled with feathers, but here and there a stalk, as you know is a big feathersy eaglode and it stuckening in her back; and it was most uncomfortipold. So she saw the cotty, and in this cot she did lay down: [snore, zzzzz] deep sleevers under the eiderdobe. Well, while she was this thus sleepy and a deep dream of peaks, then up came the bears into the cotty. Now the fatherbold bear looking around and say: "Who's been tasting and suffling my porry? Ho ho, dear!" And then the mother bear look it in her baseload of porry and said: [tube voice
again] "Who been tasting my porry? Oohhhh, a bedder pinger!" So the small bear came and said: "Who touches my baseload and falolloping all down, mum! Huh-ha-ho dear, look it and empty and not scratching on the bottom!" And there was a general consternail uproar and complaint about the three-lebbed stool bear, all the bits and floaty, and so they had a looking it around the houseloader. [Brrrrrr tock] Big bear, [higher pitch: brrrrrr tock] middle bear, [higher still: brrrrrr ss't't] they all went up the stairloaders, and soon there was a dent discovery in mum and dad's bedling
when the dirty footmark of where she did her trottly over-and-how and then into the cops't'k. And the little bear said: "Oh lookadee, mum! There's a lying of some Goldyloppers!" But at this mode, she jumped up in the middle of her deep dream and sleep peacey, [snore, whistle] out of the windload, slide it and huffalo-dowder the drainpikers, and through the forry fast awail!
And they all looked such consternail through the windload, they hadn't time to say: "You naughty girlage!" Huh-huh-huh-huh!

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We don't appreciate sillyness as much as we should.

da literatura

One Day there was a Man that always pooed every
were so this is what He Did to a Kid, a Mom, and a
Baby that talked. So a Man pased by a kid and the
Man needed to Go Poop But there was no rest room
so He Just Saw a kid and Hee needed to do number
4 He needed to takE a DUMP. So He Jumped and He
Pulled Down His Pants and He Put His Butt
on The Kids Face and He Pooped. and when He
saw a MOM he Pooped on Her too. and then
when He Realy needed to go Poop he Pooped
on a Baby and The Babst tasted The Poop
and The BaBy said YUM YUM GiMMy More
and The Baby could walk So the BaBy
chased Him and the Man Got a stick and
Hit Him in The Face and The BaBy Fell.
Jared Schickling

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