Life, What Is It But

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

When I Use A Word,’ Humpty Dumpty Said In Rather A Scornful Tone, ‘it Means Just What I Choose It To Mean — Neither More Nor Less.’ ’the Question Is,’ Said Alice, ‘whether You Can Make Words Mean So Many Different Things.’ ’the Question Is,’ Said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which Is To Be Master — That’s All.

May We Not Then Sometimes Define Insanity As An Inability To Distinguish Which Is The Waking And Which The Sleeping Life? We Often Dream Without The Least Suspicion Of Unreality: 'sleep Hath Its Own World', And It Is Often As Lifelike As The Other.

You Can't Be That Good; You Work For Me.

You Could Not See A Cloud, Because No Cloud Was In The Sky: No Birds Were Flying Overhead - There Were No Birds To Fly.