Existentialism and Pee-Wee Herman

Pee-Wee: "I know you are, but what am I?"

Me: "Touche, Pee-Wee. What am I, indeed? Am I a sum of my parts, an amalgamation of particles subject to a pattern of electrical activity that governs movement and function in a chaotic universe, or is there a soul within me, bearing my every sensation as a new experience, serving as my consciousness while my lifeless flesh functions as my puppet?"

Pee-Wee: "Umm....Connect the dots! Lalalalala!"

Me: "Yes, Pee-Wee. I suppose I am. One thing, leading to another...bringing some sort of meaning to this existence. Something more than medicated moments and disconnected dreams. Something that makes me more than the figment of the imagination of a God that may or may not exist, so that I do not depend on its existence to exist myself. Connecting one truth to one lie, bearing that it may burden me, to weave a map within my mind that will lead me to the soul that drives my foolish blunderings and lucid levity."

Pee-wee: "YOU SAID THE SECRET WORD! MAP! OOPS, I SAID IT TOO! Herh Herh!"

Me: "Yes, we've both said it, Pee-Wee. And there it is."


(damn I'm bored)

God I love Adult Swim for bringing that show back

We are all just maggots in the rotting carcass of life.

Wouldn't that mean life is a persistent state of un-death?

You can rot, and still be alive. That's where gangrene comes from.