Tonight, a mouse ran from underneath the couch and then stood on its hind legs in the middle of the room. The cat stirred and purred, "This ought to be good." I looked on astonished as the mouse theatrically proclaimed:
"I am the mouse who some call Parmenides. Dig? I know something. Being is one and eternal. Thus, there is no void from which it sprang. Thus, there is no possibility of change, for that would mean moving from the what-is into a void of the what-is-not-yet. There can be no what-is-not-yet, because there is no void devoid of being. Thus.......I'm stuck here in the middle of the room. Will you pick me up and cook me some Ramen noodles? Please?"