The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Greatest Hits of John Tenniel
(with The Reverend Dodgson) #3

"After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she
hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit
returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one
hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry,
muttering to himself as he came, `Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh!
won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!' Alice felt so desperate that
she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her,
she began, in a low, timid voice, `If you please, sir--' The Rabbit started
violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away
into the darkness as hard as he could go."
-- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1865)

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