As sunlight signals a new day, I sit in awe of things as they are. And I wonder,

Was it chance that these things came to be?

I know there is more to be learned,
There’s always more to the picture than what you see.
But the more I contemplate, the more I know that life on earth was not chance,
life on earth is not without purpose.
For I have looked in the face of Bob,
and I know I have work to do...

There are doughnuts a plenty, and my aglets are ready for travel.

But I still wonder,

Why 42?

And I know that the answer is in the question, if you look close enough.
Closer...
You’re not looking...
Try relaxing your eyes.
Now close the left one.
All right, both eyes open now...
Did you see it?
No?
It was a banana...
And a paperclip.
And twenty feet of string.

Beware these tools, for they are not creations of Bob.
They are the work of the malicious creator, Rob, who sprang forth from...
well its really none of your damned business where he sprang from,
but trust me he sprang forth at one point, and now he’s here.
And he’s not entirely happy.
I wouldn’t be too happy either if I sprang forth from...
nevermind.

To recover your sanity, either read the poem again, backwards. Or wait for enlightenment by my own personal religion, Bobism (No relation to the Church of the Sub-Genius. Bob, as he is described in The Teachings of Bob, Stuff, and The Bible of Bob, was created separately at a later date [didn't make me very happy to hear about them, but what am I gonna do, eh?] owing its creation to the movie Warlock and the Superman comics [long story]).

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