I dreamt a poem last night, in which foxes disproved god. The argument went like this: 1) God, being omnipotent, would not make a wager that would see him turned into a fox if he lost if he was going to lose; but 2) if you ask foxes if they're god, they remain suspiciously quiet, playing dumb or barking like mere animals, almost as if they're
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