This book presents a solemn riddle to all us dogmatists.
How many times have I proven the superiority of Something Deeperism over all other general worldviews?
And yet, where there is a will to believe, there is a way to believe.
So how do I know that — The God Forbid! — that I myself am not … ah, but it can’t it just can’t

I won’t have skeptics and whatever!ers consider this a vindication.
Just because you don’t admit and/or consider your worldview does not mean you don’t deep down where it most counts desperate-dog clutch your worldview, whimpering to yourself how right and how deserving you are of pats on the head, chewy treats, and walks rich in rival odors.

Anyway, I’ve on numerous occasions conclusively demonstrated that everyone, no matter their (generally poor and ill-considered) self-understanding, is actually a Something Deeperist.

So, lesson learned.

AND WHAT, DEAR SOMETHING DEEPERIST, IS THE LESSON THAT YOU’VE LEARNED?

Yeah, well, and I love to fly airplanes made of balsa wood and powered by twisted rubber bands.

Author: BW
Editor: AW
Copyright: AMW