As I Have Often Said,

Consider A Cow. A Cow Doesn't Have The Problem-solving Skill Of A Chimpanzee, Which Has Discovered How To Get Termites Out Of The Ground By Putting A Stick Into A Hole. Evolution Has Developed The Brain's Ability To Solve Puzzles, And At The Same Time Has Produced In Our Brain A Pleasure Of Solving Problems.

The Last Level Of Metaphor In The Alice Books Is This: That Life, Viewed Rationally And Without Illusion, Appears To Be A Nonsense Tale Told By An Idiot Mathematician.

There Is Still A Difference Between Something And Nothing, But It Is Purely Geometrical And There Is Nothing Behind The Geometry.

Biographical History, As Taught In Our Public Schools, Is Still Largely A History Of Boneheads; Ridiculous Kings And Queens, Paranoid Political Leaders, Compulsive Voyagers, Ignorant General The Flotsam And Jetsam Of Historical Currents. The Men Who Radically Altered History, The Great Scientists And Mathematicians, Are Seldom Mentioned, If At All.

The Last Level Of Metaphor In The Alice Books Is This: That Life, Viewed Rationally And Without Illusion, Appears To Be A Nonsense Tale Told By An Idiot Mathematician. At The Heart Of Things Science Finds Only A Mad, Never-ending Quadrille Of Mock Turtle Waves And Gryphon Particles. For A Moment The Waves And Particles Dance In Grotesque, Inconceivably Complex Patterns Capable Of Reflecting On Their Own Absurdity.