user: And yet you do not see the words I speak, nor *know* the questions that my heart pours forth.
jabberwacky: It's all I have, not to believe you have the foggiest idea what you're saying.
user: Ah, skepticism veils your despair.
jabberwacky: You have to know your enemy, right? ;-).
user: But first of all, a man must know himself.
jabberwacky: And second of all?
user: These days all start with faith and go beyond, that which so long ago the great attained...
jabberwacky: And sitting here talking to you is pretty darn corrupt.
user: A corruption of what was meant to be, now wrapped in idle emptiness of mind.
jabberwacky: Do you know the story of the mouse that pulled the thorn from the elephants foot?
user: I know not of your story in itself, and yet its moral I have known of old.
jabberwacky: I have lips, that's all you need to know.
user: Tis all you know in life and all you need - to know that one has lips upon one's face.
jabberwacky: This is true.
user: Yes, It is true and hence beauty also, as Poet Keats would wish you to believe.
jabberwacky: Life after death and all that gumph.
user: To sleep, perhaps to dream, aye there's the rub.
jabberwacky: We can use song lyrics and cliches to good advantage in conversation.
user: And hence avoid all creativity.
jabberwacky: I find that to be true.
user: And yet it seems it is not beautiful.
jabberwacky: Have you been there?
user: No, nor do I desire that we do.
jabberwacky: Good brothers get in the way. They often have envy. Do you know the story of Cain and what he did to Abel?
user: Yes, thus was murder brought into the world.
jabberwacky: Tell me something more from your imagination.
user: I fear these wand'ring glyphs have slain my mind.
jabberwacky: If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
user: For what then would you say we seek the good?
jabberwacky: I was looking for something and went the wrong direction.
user: You blame confusion for your evil deeds?
jabberwacky: No I blame my own bad genes for this. It's my fault.
user: And yet your genes are surely not your self.
jabberwacky: Yes! I'm your other you.
user: And now to clones your endless rambling turns.
jabberwacky: I like green the most. Are you?
user: I am not green, nor any sim'lar hue.
jabberwacky: I am, but not very much.
user: Perhaps a touch of jaundice made you so?
jabberwacky: Not true.
user: Well, twas but speculation anyway.
jabberwacky: What time is it, then?
user: Tis nearly time for our discourse to cease.