I know that at least one of the regular commenters here shares this feeling with me but do you have the feeling that you’re living in Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland as well? Consider:
What I tell you three times is true.
When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.
It takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that.
The rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday but never jam today.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Well, I guess everything’s got a moral if you can only find it.
Sigh……
I love Alice. There is a scene in the first novel that is relevant, but cannot be reduced to one line:
After nearly drowning in Alice’s tears, she and the animals decide to dry off in a “caucus race.” They all run abound in any direction or pattern they want, until the Dodo cries stop. Alice asks who won? And the Dodo announces that everybody has won, and all must have prizes, and Alice is compelled to give all of the animals a prize, including a prize for the Dodo to regift back to her.
If only our political system was quicker to the point.