Two Chicken Farmers

Elvis: I mean . . . can you imagine if these fucking chicken thought we were like their gods because we give them water and food and shelter?

Merv: That would be one fucked up religion.

Elvis: Well aren't we all like chickens then? It looks like we have a purpose and it looks like love is all around. It seems like love or consensual mating is our purpose. And then one day we die. We accept this simply on some the basis of some malignant mutation of inductive reasoning; because it has worked for our parents and theirs before them, it will work for us. Our purpose is to love. And then when we have loved and loved enough and our love is all spent, we have to die. We see death as inevitable.

Merv: Yes. A BIG "fuck you" to all this "surviving death crap" is not to think or talk about it all.

Elvis: These chickens have seen the "gods" that come just before dawn--while they are still sleeping--to take away their fellows.

Merv: Once their fellows are gone, their fellows no longer exist. They Un-Be.

Elvis: They have died and the remaining have "survived" for the time being. But they know they will be taken soon. It is simply "how it is."

Merv: Well what about the chickens that see their fellows get slaughtered before them? What do they do?

Elvis: Do they still not think about it and find something "more productive" and "better" to do while they wait? Or do they get excited about the prospect of their own deaths for reasons they do not understand and froth like cannonballs do preflight?

Merv: What if our purpose is to be eaten?

Elvis: What if Death is some horrible insatiable multi-dimensional being that fattens us for seventy or so years and then eats us?

Merv: Fat being the metaphysical whatever that we are full of when we old enough to die?

Elvis: Yes.

Merv: Oh forget these things.

Elvis: What things?

Merv: You know . . . Life, Death, monsters, yada fucking yada. . .

Elvis: Oh. Okay. I came up with a new one anyway. What is the worst part of a cock?

Merv: I prithee. . . do tell me!

Elvis: The cock-tail! Ha-ha-ha!

Merv: Fucking chicken fucker.