A pinch of insanity. Or genius.

I've always been encouraged to read Douglas Adams' books, by friends and acquaintances, but primarily my father, whom if you know.. Is a MAJOR book enthusist. Seriously, he has enough books to open a Books A Million. Not even joking, my garage is nothing but boxes of books. He has read them all.

Anyway, back to my point. Douglas Adams. He was either insane when he devise the series, or a fucking genius. I watched the movie just a few moments ago, and got one of my Dad's books, so reading on it.. Fanastic work.

Sure, when watching it, the most random of things will happen. You'll feel brain connections break apart, and a soft void lingering in the back of your mind. You're clueless, and yet contemplative. You thought the Matrix got you thinking? Feh. I could name tons of other titles that you know of, or don't. None compare to the insane genius of Adams'.

All I know. Is I am falling in love with his books, the more I read into it. Even if it's like.. Asking God why he made knock knock jokes, and he just saying "Knock knock." It just boggles and pains your mind somewhat.

People. Watch that movie. Read those books. Instant mind-orgasm. I swear.

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