Fondueset: Plus they got a lot of old buildings
Don't tell me, my house is 400 years old. You're lucky I was feeling sensitive as I would have gone harder on you
Saved by the flight of a butterfly, who would have thought it!
You have to real careful of what you write to us European croisantiers because we sometimes get irate, I mean literirate, and that can be fatal:
Fondueset again: Oh yeah?! Well. Columbus was a jerk! So there.
NOOOOOoooooo.....
The cry rolled out over the distant Spanish plains and into space beyond, pushing against the subconscious of a thousand alien races on a hundred nearby planets. Their skins prickled, and not knowing why, they turned, looking around in vague apprehensive fear as the very foundation of existence rippled in shock.
"How could he know?" whispered Adrian, glassy eyed. "How could he know that Columbus was my secret hero, the indirect creator of bubblegum, rootbeer and West Side Story - the very essence of my being, the reason of existence and source of my contentment? How could he know?" he whispered into strange empty halls. He then realized what he was up against. He Who Spoke - the Unnamable Formless One, the Defier Of All was the very essence of life, no other could be Macho At All Temperatures. And knowing this total absolute unexplainable reality, Adrian vowed never to insult or abuse anybody anymore in his life, not even with the truth. If one had to speak the truth to straighten someone out, then better speak it sweetly, (after all, he was European).
Having experienced such a drastic disruption of life's values, it was time to take a new direction, so he flipped a coin to decide whether he would be a Jehova's Witness or a Hindu aesthetic. He threw the coin up into the air, and while it spun in the sunlight, time seemed to slow as he realized his whole future would determined by laws of order and entropy, and that the importance of what was going to happen would be unrepeatable in all of history. (Well, at least in his own short history.) Again, those countless aliens felt this second pulse in their collective unconscious and looked skywards. Again, not knowing why, they stopped all their activities, whether milking wella juice from sentient lichen or discussing abstact mathematics on the tips of the hairs of beryllium warriors.
The coin fell.
On it's edge.
And taking that to be a clear sign from God he decided to become an existentialist. It was the first step of many that eventually led to the Pathless Void, the realization of the nature of life, the knowing that the reason for existence is just that, the reason for existence.
Our far away friends, now feeling that everything had fallen into place, picked up where they left off and shuffled their feet in the daily dance of life. And we as freedivers will once more plunge into the glory of the sea, forgetting our little lives and rejoicing in the gift of existence.
