Han formelig danset bort til kjøleskapet og plukket ut de tre minst hårete tingene derfra, la dem på en tallerken og stirret intenst på dem i to minutter. Siden ingen av dem gjorde noe forsøk på å bevege seg i løpet av den tiden, kalte han dem frokost og spiste dem.

The argument goes something like this: 'I refuse to prove that I exist.' says God, 'for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.' 'But says Man, 'the Bable fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and therefore by your own arguments, you don't. QED' 'Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic. 'Oh, that was easy,' says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and get himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

There is an awful lot of stuff you don't know anything about, but you are not alone in this. It's just that in your case the consequences of not knowing any of this stuff are particularly terrible, but then, hey, that's just the way the cookie gets completely stomped on and obliterated.

“A computer chattered to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because reason was in fact out to lunch.”

There is an art, it says, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.