Ok, so I know you are trying to get to page 2. Perhaps your are curious, or you just want this thing to end. Or both. I'm a little curious myself, and I think I already know what I'm going to find on page 2. Anyway, let me just say that you are close and you are nearing the end. And page 2 probably has something to do with extraterrestrials. Doesn't everything?
But before we get there, as a little precursor, let me introduce Walt Whitman.
Walt used to sing to himself claiming to be at once individual and universal. His little ditty went something like this:
"I am large I contain multitudes."Oh really, Walt?
The microbiologists tell us we are mostly bacteria. Supposedly, we have ten times the number of bacteria cells in our body than other cells. In other words, we have over a hundred times the amount of bacteria genes compared to the so called "Whitman" genes :-).
Could it really be that Walt is full of shit? I know I certainly am.
So, dear Walt, while you sing of a self infinitely extending
You are literally a sac filled with bacteria.
What a downer.
If only you had eaten your yogurt
You could have been truly craptacular.
