I am Schmlud.  You are not.  That settled, we find ourselves no further along in our quest for truth than did our ancestors of yesteryear.  Then, you may ask, why do we bother at all?  Towards what end do we strive as we trod so feverishly through this game we call existence?  Is "yesteryear" really a word?  Why do strangers always seem to have the best candy?  If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is there to witness, does it brush itself off and get up again?  And if so, do the other trees poke fun at its clumsiness?  Why do men have nipples? Why indeed.

This site makes no attempt to answer such questions.  Then did I pose them in the first place?  This site makes no attempt to answer that question either.  Please go away, you make me uncomfortable.