The Rabbit Hole

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

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When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head
Feed your head

From “White Rabbit”

– Jefferson Airplane


(Now, try reading again that without giving it Grace Slick’s tempoed build up to a scream.)


The rabbit hole

That does not exist

Are the imaginary portholes

Of the Big Bang Theory

Or In The Beginning

(Yes, this dead horse is well beaten)

It is what scientists

And theologians cling to

Tethering humanity

Against true freedom

Shackled in chains

Attached to nothing

For the sake of illusion

That to have purpose

One must have a “start”

In order to finish

When nothing could be

Further from the truth

Simply because infinity

Is too real to grasp

So stories are made up and

Theories are proposed

To quell insatiable questioning



Where are the existentialists

To show us there are no

Rabbit holes


“Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.” 

— Grace Slick.