The absurdity is that despite self referentiality, Zeno, Murphy, and Elenor Roosevelt were all optimists. Either shoes fit, or they are left for someone else. And on a tuesday, even knowing the difference between the container and the thing contained can not (nor will not) remove the quite stuborn stain of alliteration from a duck, the dusk, and a disc. [z^absurdist] ("normal" space exit)