living creatures, when their little living bodies fell dead and fell asunder into all sorts of matter and forces and energies, sun, moons, stars and worlds. So you got the universe. Where you got the living creature from, that first one, don’t ask me. He was just there. But he was a little person with a soul of his own. He wasn’t Life with a capital L.

If you don’t believe me, then don’t. I’ll even give you a little song to sing.

“If it be not true to me What care I how true it be . .”

That’s the kind of man I really like, chirping his insouciance. And I chirp back:

“Though it be not true to thee It’s gay and gospel truth to me� “