Subject: lo ma'a xarza'i munje

From: "A.W.T." <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2001 22:00:11 -0000

I'd like to share a friend's poem with you: 

Schroedinger's Cat:

Supine on the carpet in a twitching dream,
purring over Special Kitty
or pawing spider's on the windowsill,
who'd have guessed
your slightly bulging, furry frame
is built entirely 
out of question marks?

At least one person had this figured out:
Lewis Carroll had you melt away
bequeathing as your calling-card
the vestige of a knowing grin
acknowledging
that cats, spiders, people, everything
solid and dependable 
are simply fragments of a cosmic smile.

So let's all cheer up and remind ourselves
how intolerable we'd find the world
without the shadow of uncertainty
and, all in all, it's time to celebrate
that God in his infinite random wisdom
decided to play dice.

Mike Farman

.aulun.