Everything that is possible at all, is also impossible.
"Goofy is Pluto" is nonsense.
It is impossible to go wrong in logic unless human beings are involved.
Any sentence that makes sense is bound to be mis-heard.
Now that logic must take care of itself, can we trust it will be clothed, warmed and fed?
Can we identify the individual signs of idiocy in the midst of a blinding snowstorm?
If the signs can no longer be made out, why is it we must have signs?
If someone were to have torn down the signs in the night, would we know the difference?
If Pluto is Goofy, it may be Pluto who has torn down the signs.
Are those glimmerings we see through the blizzard the headlights of the logical snowplows?
The turnings in the road are dangerous in zero visibility.
Pluto would never be caught dead out on a night like this without the snowshoes of logic.
Were Pluto to be found dead in a snowdrift, would Goofy be more likely to lament or to celebrate?
Can logic be attributed to a system of thought that exists in defiance of logic?
When the drifts rise to cover the tops of the buildings, will the muffled cries of Pluto continue to be heard?
Samotnia Shelter, Karpacz, Karkonosze, Poland: photo by Klapi, 2006