thanks for extrapolating, DisEmboDied. I enjoyed reading that. Always fun to see what questions we can come up with and what kinds of answers to fit. This thread is funny, wonderful and provoking. But especially Jees' soliloquy, with that one I think I relate best, wtf'd hardest.
I also was going to put the 500ml bit, but might have seemed a bit rude being the first response.
There is one thing I am tempted to add though, that knowledge, of this kind -- not knowledge per say as that of the practical but "as distinct from the procedural 'knowledge how", as Seldom put it -- always seems to come at the detriment of our personal growth. It is rather inhibiting, to the functionality of the human experience. Real knowing is a retardation of life, is growing old in heart and dying, is downsyndrome. The epileptic knows all for a time, yet does not function too swell in the world for it to be any use knowing anything at all but to not let off the tongue between his own teeth.
"This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives
out the unearthly cry,
Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till
they show nothing but their whites,
Its teeth grit, the palms of the hands are cut by
the turned-in nails,
The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground
while he speculates well."
I rather not boil existence, it's boiling hot enough here for me just as it stands.