I think I am.
Therefore, I am!
...
I think.
OF COURSE YOU ARE,
MY BRIGHT LITTLE STAR.
I'VE MILES AND MILES OF FILES,
PRETTY PILES OF YOUR FOREFATHERS' FRUIT
AND NOW, TO SUIT OUR GREAT COMPUTER...
YOU'RE MAGNETIC INK.
I'm more than that.
I know I am.
At least, I think I must be.
There you go, man.
Keep as cool as you can.
Face piles of trials with smiles.
It riles them to believe that you percieve the web they weave,
And keep on thinking free.