Why is it that for it to be in- finitely large is terrific, but to be infinitely small is just unthinkable? The thought of a smaller bit inside each bit goes nowhere still has symmetry going on and on about it. Then there's our model in which the fundamentals are sound, impenetrable nubs
No longer needing sustenance, butterflies go batty around the flowers. * You call that nice? I call it haiku. Sugared tea. 2 Poisoned on the job, the mad hatter becomes a bit of nonsense in a story for lucky children.