What is enigma about? Anyways? Who knows? who cares?

27 responses total.

the answer? does it exist? who am i to say? who are you to ask?

I am the most important person in the world, or at least to myself I am the 
most important person in the world

I am a legend in my own mind after all.

To respond to the four questions raised in #0:

  (1) That is unanswerable.
  (2) Could you expand on that?
  (3) The Shadow knows.  (Coming to theaters this summer!!!)
  (4) We all care, because we love you.

To respond to the four questions raised in #1:

  (1) Uh, what was the question again?
  (2) Yes and no.
  (3) I was wondering that myself.  But you're as qualified as anyone.
  (4) I am the walrus.

 (1) Engima is about 150 items or so.
 (2) Yes, absolutely anyway you like.
 (3) I know what enigma is about, and now that you have read number (1), so
     do you.
 (4) There are three monks named Yisha, Tanaka, and Burroughs who huddle all
     day and all night on a snow covered mountaintop in Tibet, quietly,
     solemnly and unceasingly caring with all their frozen hearts what
     Enigma is about.  We owe everything to them.

i sent Burroughs a care package. tea, crumpets, and DMT. should help...

but why do the monks care about the .conf? And have we sent them a card for
Budda's<sp> birthday yet? if not we should. I guess I care for this conf too.
So now that you answered my first question here are some more
Where do we go from here? Do we just drift on or do we have some unatiable 
goal like other confs? Can I be FW I feel quiflied since I now know what 
enigma is about.

enigma is not about anything, really. except maybe creamcheese. yup,
creamchease on a toasted bagel. thats what its allabout.

free bagel and creamcheese for all if I become FW here

Well, everything has to be cared about by someone, so the monks are just
doing their part.

Do you realize that questions are dangerous?

What is enigma?
What is life?
What is reality?
And why can't you find decent pizza in ann arbor anymore?

a place.
where should i begin?
an illusion. or was the delusion?
i couldn't tell you. dammit jim, i'm a philosopher, not a tour guide.

the yellow brick road
both
I could find decent pizza.  Why can't you?

I'm not from anarbor. why do you ask?

I'm hungry.  I want some pizza.

It's a mystery.
It's a mystery.
It's how you percieve a mystery.
The good chefs are out to lunch.
Wherever you'd like to.
A delusion--no doubt.
Too lazy.
To gain insight and depth of character--or was it to find an
excuse to exhale?

none of the above.
who knows all the answers I don't?

time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so

so it is the same with naptime, and teatime.

Better yet:  Why have I come?

To eat Ann Arbor? That was the impression _I've_ been getting... I mean,
correct me if I'm worng and all.

you _are_ worng

And I _usually_am_

I'm only wrong when I think I am wrong.  The rest of the time, I am right.
Unless I'm left.

I was left once. But then I got a ride from my friend Jane, and we caught up
with the others eventually.

Oh, cool.  I usually have to wait for them to catch up with me.

resp:21  Oh ho, no.  She's *right*.

I am the monster that will eat Ann Arbor.

but worng isn't right.

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