You could take the Pythagorean Theorem
And show how the whole thing is a lie
You could take half my education
And call it all a practical joke
Or a psychological experiment
And I'd be bewildered
I'd accuse you of lying
I'd analyze your arguments
I'd stay awake all night trying to understand
But in the end it wouldn't be so different
I'd find out the real theorems and move on
You could refute the Battle of Waterloo
I'd be very confused
But nothing else would happen
I'd do all the things I had done before
There'd be only a few hours' delay
Before my life went on
You could show how Neoplatonism is false
And I would debate you for days on end
I would sputter and murmur and scowl
I would have pages and pages of notes
All designed to retain that philosophy
But in the end
If I did relent
My life would then go on
Much like it always has
So take these concepts
Throw them out the window one by one
Refute my economics
Refute the three branches of government
Erase an entire continent from the map
Let them all be lies
And life will still go on
My day to day will remain
My habits and customs will go unchanged
But take hold of that Jewish Man
That Homeless Preacher from Nazareth
And toss him out like all the rest
Throw him down to the bottom of the sea
Down into a second grave
And in a fit of clear-headedness
In a state of absolute sanity
I shall happily leap bodily out
And dive in after Him
