posted on Mar, 26 2012 @ 03:08 PM
This discussion needs some enlightenment. So, I'm going to relate to you all parable that is famous where I come from.
Once, there were two men. Their names are unimportant, but if you're the kind of person who likes to dwell on meaningless details, let's call them
Victor and Pete.
Now, one day, Victor and Pete walk into a bar. Victor orders a straight whiskey, and Pete orders a Cosmo. Victor, muffling a scoff, says "Cosmos are
for girls, you know." Pete doesn't mind his friend's offensive comment. See, he knows something Victor doesn't know. But just for fun, Pete
decides to play along.
"What do you mean it's for girls?" He asks, feigning surprise.
"I mean it's for sissies. Real men drink whiskey, or if they're feeling particularly sensitive, gin. They don't drink mixed drinks, unless all the
ingredients are liquor. And they especially don't drink Cosmos," Victor explains. Apparently, he really thinks he's got this all figured
Pete sits quietly for a moment, pretending to think. Then, as the bartender gives them their drinks, he looks at Victor and asks, "What if I told you
I could prove to you, that Cosmos are not for girls, because there is in fact no such thing as girls?"
Victor chokes on his whiskey. "If you told me that, I'd say you've had too many Cosmos! HA HA HA!" he says. "But go on, if you think you can
prove it, I'm all ears."
So Pete does. "Well, to skip to the interesting part, all matter is composed of 99.9% empty space. And the particles that fill this void are
themselves, at the subatomic level, merely teeny tiny ribbons of energy, coiled up like mattress springs, attracting and repelling one another as
their polarity dictates. But this energy itself isn't really there. Every time scientists zoom in on it, it dissipates, leaving only the
afterimage of what we thought was there, filled by yet more empty space. The 'real world' as you and I know it is nothing but a projection of this
created by chemical processes in our brains. So you see, nothing really 'exists' at all, and therefore females do not exist. And, as a direct
result of that, Cosmos are for whoever the hell wants to drink them."
Victor ponders this for a moment, then his face lights up. "You know Pete, your make a compelling argument. But I have a sure way to refute it."
Pete, who had always assumed Victor was an idiot, asked, "Oh? And what do you, a construction worker with whiskey breath, have that can refute
generations of scientists' work?"
Victor sets down his whiskey, hops down from his barstool, bends over and picks up the barstool, and smashes Pete in the head with it. Pete
falls down to the floor, then looks up, shocked and disgusted.
"That was about 15 pounds of 99.9% pure empty space, Pete," says Victor, "but you may be right about the Cosmo."