|About||I am a storyteller, a weaver of words. Words are the substance of metaphysics. Words are not absolute though. Touch, feeling and desire is. Words therefore can only be the substance of metaphysics, not its essence. Metaphysics is thinly veiled erotica.|
|Location||presiding the metaphysical court of law|
|Favourite philosophers||John Yossarian (It's an Assyrian name)|
"What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more"
- Haddaway: What is love?
"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,' " Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't—till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'"
"But 'glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argument'," Alice objected.
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less."
"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master—that's all."
- Lews Carroll: Through the Looking Glass
"The power of Kant compels you! The power of Kant compels you! The power of Kant compels you!"
- Tobias, metaphysical exorcist