Very well then. Let's be serious ...
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of
meta things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of Heavens with their King--
And why
Descarte's Fifth Meditation --
Doesn't mean a thing."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
We like
a priori arguments,
Put that under your hat!"
"No worries!" said the Carpenter.
"
Design Argument covers that!".
"
Simulation Hypothesis," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
St. Aquinas hit it on the head
First Cause Argument, indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
Rare Earth Hypothesis."
"But not for us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"
Teleological Arguments are SUCH
Dismal things to view!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Will
Fermi's Paradox do?
"
Cosmological Argument From Contingency!
Is really, really nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Why don't we just roll dice?:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to tell you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To believe the
Zoo Hypothesis,
After we've brought you out this far,
And increased all of your cognizance!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Seek you the
Filter Hypothesis!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
What was up in the skies,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we move to another thread?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd forgot what was fun.
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... don't mess with a Doctor of Metaphysics ...