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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The visible world And the Universe, - (Little as we know of it) Have the indefinable stamp Of personality on them. That is clear - even to fools. Meanwhile in our world, Hawking and Dawkins – Dr. Woe and Dr. No Sam Harris and all the rest Stumble about In tiny circles And shout - “We have no doubt Physics exist and scientific method too, The rest of it is an irrational zoo Of superstitious nonsense! God does not exist, Nor do I, It is all a dream, Pie in the sky.” Then Dawkins says he’s hungry And Hawking says he’s thirsty And Sam Harris, sitting On the fence, smartly dressed, says: “Chocolate fudge for me.” Only the restaurant doesn’t exist! No Dunkin’ Donuts No McDonalds No TGIFs or Ruby Tuesdays. “We shall wait a trillion years,” concludes Dawkins, “No, a trillion, trillion, years,” says Hawking, “And then what?” asks Sam Harris? “Then you will get fudge,” says Hawking, smirking. “By the law of random numbers, Chocolate fudge will be reconstituted Out of atoms.” “But, says Sam, logical to the last, “I cannot wait 100 trillion years for my sundae!” “In the case,” says Dawkins, “you’ll have to die.” “Why?” “Why? – Have you gone mad? - You know that you can’t ask “why”, It is an illegitimate question. It’s like asking, “Why do birds fly?” “Well, why do they?” asks Sam Harris. “I can give you the equations,” says Hawking Just then there is a boom, like thunder. “What was that?” say Dawkins and Hawking.” “Wait!” says, Sam Harris – who suddenly goes pale: “That was God, fellas.” “So what is the scientific answer?” says Hawking. Sam goes red. “Well, actually fellows, she said: “Tell Hawking to answer the question why birds fly In plain language, not by equations.” “Here is a pot of glue Hawking,” says Dawkins. “What for?” says Hawking. “Because now you are stuck!” says Dawkins, Laughing his head off..
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