Clichés' Eden

It cannot therefore be said that God 'wonders' -- because the knowledge of God is perfect... Only a being who does not know fully can wonder.
-- Josef Pieper, The Philosophical Act

So. God. You can't wonder.

You say you're the rich dude in the gated community, eternally bored by your velveteen lawns and angel buds, camping out with us hobos one fine night? Here we are, calling you wise and, what d'ya know, you're just a logic man, hungry for the salty stew.

Are you telling me (pass the corn) you'd rather be human, it's no fun knowing how the movie ends and you don't dream because imagination's moot? You're not making sense, brother -- what's not to like about the infini-cruise you got floating up there? No fuss. No muss. No bills. No ballyhoo. You're kidding, right? This is one of your domestic eavesdropping stints, that's it, right?

Got to admit, though, you had me going. Seemed almost likely (life's that crazy) you might need us more'n we need your type, all dripping in hyperbole and what not (Thought hobos stuck to small words, did ya? Honest mistake -- naw -- didn't steal a thing, it comes from reading -- still free, last time I checked). Imagine, the boss man bummin in the skids with a bunch of losers, tryin to convince us he's loony up there in his great white way. Got milk, mister? Ha ha! Just yankin your chain! Heard about your wife, though. Derned shame how she died in childbirth. Say again? Oh -- it was her heart give out cuz her kids never called her by name and you, her good companion, we kinda forgot about too?

You know, you do have a story or two up your sleeve (is that polyester -- I notice it don't wrinkle) -- and as for being Mr. Know-it-all, I beg (respectfully 'course) to disagree. I doubt you'd a come all this way lookin for handouts if you already figured we'd share what little we had with a big shot like you. I doubt you even know my name. Well it's Leander and if you're wonderin if I'm a man or a woman, how old and what manner of believer or disbeliever, welcome to planet earth. Wonderin's common as dirt around here and you do appear to have a knack for pickin philosophers for friends.

Go on. Dig in. Grub's gettin cold.