You ask, why don't these questions make more sense. Well, it's very simple I tell ya. You see we're all stuck in this big black box, which sits apon a yellow submarine and moves about around a huge flaming pie in which it is sometimes contained in. Yet most of us do not realise that this is so. We are too busy doing our own thing and getting so confuzzled by what we think we know. Therefore nothing in the world makes sense to us, especially if we have never heard that theory before. Even if we have heard it before, we think, gosh, this makes no sense, because it isn't normal.
But then again what is normal? Is there even a such thing as normal? Okay if we're normal, and they're weird, wouldn't they believe that they are normal and we're weird? So with everything floatin about like that how can there even be a such thing as normal cos then we're all weird because none of us are the same, but we can't be all normal, because we're different, so does that make being weird, normal?
See, everything we're taught to go by has its way of making no sense when you get through with it. And do you think things are supposed to make sense? If so then why does everyone get questions? Without things not makin sense you couldn't have questions because you'd understand everything, and life'd be boring. You'd sit around with no thoughts because everything you learn makes sense and you can't question it otherwise, because there is no other thing except that one thing there which you can't even make the opposite of cos there is no opposite. So with things not making sense and people not being normal, cos there's no such thing, it makes the world more excitin and allows you to ask your question, "Why don't these questions make more sense?"
Because without having no sense, you couldn't have questions. But with out questions everything makes sense. But this is all nonsense to people, cos even the explaination doesn't make sense because they don't dig it, much less want to. So here we are in this big black box wondering why we're here, and asking questions until our minds blew and we couldn't get back to reality, but reality is like normalness, you can't really tell if there is a such thing, cos when you dream you think its real, but when something goes wrong that's real you say, "Geez, I must be dreamin" See, the crazy people call the uncrazy, "crazy" as do the uncrazy to the crazy, when both are actually uncrazy, they just don't make sense to eachother, just like questions.
And they are questions, but no answer, because if there was a answer to all the questions everything would go back to making sense, and there'd be no surprises cos everything would be normal and real. But that is why there's no sense, because it would make things normal. No normal because it'd make sense. No real cos it'd be too normal and make too much sense.
Am I making Sense? Cos if I am I've wasted my time. But clearly you must use common sense to realise this. And common sense is a part of nonsense, because neither make sense, cos there is no sense. So we'll just sit in our black box, on the yellow submarine, in the flaming pie, and ask questions, have surprises, and be nuts. But tis better to be nuts than to not. Or else the world'd be a drag.
-your fellow nut and compound,
leader of the running dog lackeys who eat underwear,
Washy S Calavicci
PS: I'm tryin to prove there is no sense, but I don't make sense in doing it, which only proves there is no sense to prove there isn't.