I had a somewhat similar experience -- sitting on a beach long after everyone else had gone to bed. There was a HUGE full moon, the fire was down to embers, and I was nursing my last beer in a state of steady bliss watching the moonlight reflect off the water. I saw a bird fly by, and land up on the mast of a sailboat beached nearby. "Man," I thought to myself, "it's so bright even the seagulls are out." Then I realized that this perched bird was more portrait than landscape, and figured it was an owl. [..]
I only get some of it.
What if that percentage of me marries you?
Relative to what?
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
It was a historical inevitability.
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
National Security was at stake.
The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
To die. In the rain.
'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.
Zeno of Elea:
To prove it could never reach the other side.