Johnny went to frosted flake
To go for a walk in the frozen wood
He bumped into a mushroom
That sold his body for some warm food
"Eat me my friend, you'll be the leader of the band"
Johnny's hand reached out
Luckily there was mr doubt
Mr doubt the old man was the surveyor
Of frosted flake wood
He tried to sell hesitation wherever he could
"Buy some doubt"
Feel free he yelled loud
"Friends it won't hurt"
Luckily there was big bird
For god's sake run away
Or it won't be your lucky day
Leave this forest behind
This ain't a place for human kind

Protoze ten, kdo se prave probudil z hlubokeho spanku a nyni se vraci do existence, je ve chvili probouzeni vytrzen ze sebe, je to v teto chvili bytost zbavena obsahu - pouhe cosi, co jest: prave proto, ze v teto chvili prechodu jeste nepracuje pamet, okoli mi nic nerika, nevim, kde jsem, nevim, kdo jsem. Veci jsou v tomto okamziku cizi, protoze mne neoslovuji. A neoslovuji mne prave proto, protoze mi nic nepripominaji: nevim, proc tu jsou, a nevim, k cemu tu jsou: v teto chvili, kdy jsem ztratil sebe, veci, jez jsou kolem mne, se mnou nesouzneji, mlci a stejne tak i ja sam mam pocit vlastni nahodilosti. Abych se znovu ocitl v pevnem a smysluplnem svete, musim to pevne nalezt predevsim v sobe: musim nalezt sebe, pripamatovat si sebe.

Miroslav Petricek - Uvod do soucasne filosofie (je to malicko mimo kontext, ale libilo se mi to prave tak, jak to je tady :) )

There must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the thief