THIS is philosophy

While listening to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy radio programme, I came across what I think is my favorite part. The gang comes across the ACTUAL Ruler of the universe. His view of life is inspiring... and very anthropological.

Here he is feeding his cat.

"Pussy.! Pussy, pussy! Coo-chee, coo-chee, coo-chee, coo-chee.!

Pussy want his fish? Nice piece of fish… pussy want it? Pussy not eat his fish, pussy get thin and waste away… I think.

I imagine this is what will happen, but how can I tell? I think it’s better if I don’t get involved. I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?

Ahhhh, you’re eating it. Fish come from far away—or so I’m told—or so I imagine I am told. When the men come—or when in my mind the men come in their six black shiny ships, do they come in your mind too? What do you see pussy?

And when I hear their questions, all their many questions, do you hear questions? Perhaps you just think they’re singing songs to you. Perhaps they are singing songs to you and I just think they’re asking me questions.

Do you think they came today? …I do. There’s mud on the floor, cigarettes and whiskey on my table, fish in your plate, and a memory of them in my mind. And, look what else they’ve left me.!: Crosswords…, dictionaries, and a calculator.

I think I must be right in thinking they ask me questions. To come all that way and leave all these things just for the privilege of singing songs to you would be very strange behavior—or so it seems to me. Who can tell? Who can tell?

I think I saw another ship in the sky today—a big white one. I’ve never seen a big white one, only six small black ones. Perhaps six small black ones can look like one big white one.

Perhaps I’d like a glass of whiskey. Yes, that seems more likely."