"Now THAT was really RUDE!", complained Alice, as she walked away in the direction of the nearby pond. "And where did my Cheshire-Puss go, now that I need some REAL advice?" she thought, and paused to look into the looking-glass pool...

"Well", said the CAT, whose voice was heard, as if FROM 'NOWHERE', "I think you can only find out, hmmmm... at the EDGE OF CERTAINTY ."

"But what if...", thought Alice, "by going THERE, I'm LATE, for the MAD HATTER'S TEA PARTY, at the Royal Holographic Society of What's-Their-Names?"

Well, the Cat, voice and all, had vanished by now.... so Alice was left on her own, to solve the problem of the Caterpillar's UNCERTAINTY.

And she was about to make take a REASONABLE course of action, when all of a sudden, another thought crossed her mind!

"What if poor CHESHIRE PUSS has become NEAR- SIGHTED? ", she thought.  "I think with all of this talk of EDGES and UNCERTAINTY, perhaps 'it' needs a visit to the CHESHIRE CAT EYE DOCTOR....oh, what shall I DO?" she cried out, and sat down very slowly and gently to THINK ABOUT IT.

XAl Razutis 1996 - 2005