I turned to The Books of Bokonon, still sufficiently unfamiliar with them to believe that they contained spiritual comfort somewhere.  I passed quickly over the warning on the page of The First Book:

    “Don't be a fool!  Close this book at once.  It is nothing but foma.”

Foma, of course, are lies.

And then I read this:

    In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.

    And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.”  And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man.  Mud as man alone could speak.  God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke.  Man blinked.  “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.

    “Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.

    “Certainly,” said man.

    “Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.  And He went away.

* * * * * * *

   And I remembered The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon, which I had read in its entirety the night before.  The Fourteenth Book is entitled, “What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?”

   It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book.  It consists of one word and a period.

   This is it:


--Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle



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