AN ALICE AND HER RELATIONSHIP WITH MANKIND

I'm sitting in my space, and in that place in my head - my own personal library and thoughts. Funny how I am - I am in my own wonderland with so many questions. Questions about the true nonsense of mankind, well not quite true, nonsense is nonsensical. How can there be truth in nonsense? Truth is nonsense itself or nonsensical. Possibly made up by mankind to determine validity? I don't know.

All I know is to question. All I understand are feelings.

I'm curious to know who actually has faced monsters? Not because I am any braver than the next. I'm just curious. Who has served them coffee and looked directly into their nonsensical eyes? And I question the monsters quietly in my mind based on feelings. Sure the monsters tell us truths - but what is the truth? The monster's eyes are glazed over. Sometimes they even shine and smile and tell stories based on nonsense.

I'm an Alice. Not the glorified Alice seen in film adaptations. Nor the true Alice. But she and I have a lot in common - specifically Lewis's Alice. We both ask a lot of questions. That leaves one very lucky rabbit - because I can't let him go. Not this one - he has beautiful fur and a certain softness I feel on the inside. He is mankind.