"'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English), 'Now, I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!'"

Is it just me, or does the community, the state or providence, the country, the world, and the wonderfully atrocious and despicably amazing individuals that inhabit sometimes just doesn't make sense? I mean, as a student in college, we've got this whole shindig going on about millennials, and I don't know what to make of it. I mean, I don't agree with it or disagree with it, it's just flabbergasting (Didn't I write something about that, already? What did I say?). We've got these issues of civil rights and social equality weaseling their way through every facet of daily life, both with regards to nationwide and worldwide politics, and I don't know how to make sense of that. I wonder what it would be like if I invited Alice Liddel to have a conversation with me about it. I'd ask her, and she'd probably reply with an inquiry about straws, speculating if the factory that produces the straws intend for the user to drink from one end and insert the other.

Don't misconstrue my taste in literature and film. I'll be the first to admit that it can be thought-provoking when an author or filmmaking tells a story that either directly or subtly inserts themes and allegories of modern reality, such as Steven Spielberg's War of the Worlds' decision to adapt the science fiction classic into an allegory of the aftermath of 9/11, or Cormac McCarthy's modern classic novel, The Road's, decision to express themes of grief, depression, and survivalism. Often, though, any intellectually honest person, especially people of my age, have to throw their hands up and proclaim, "This just doesn't make any sense!" Not as a protest towards a social or legislative development. Not as a statement about sociological matters. Just an honest, human assertion that we often encounter in the pursuit of the formulation of a particular opinion that something honestly just isn't sensible enough to truly form a valid, elaborate opinion.

This thread of thought brings to my mind the timeless adventures of Alice in the realm of wonderland, which is anything but sensible. It's an establishment filled to the brim with people, both of the ruling and ruled classes, that are absolutely bonkers. They're mad. They aren't delusional, and their brains aren't plagued with what our society would apply with the blanket term, insanity. They were born, raised, and live in a world that doesn't make any sense, and they don't know the world any other way. Alice, herself, is obviously a character who belongs more in Wonderland than our serious Earth, asking questions such as whether or not cats eat bats, and concluding that she can safely assume a liquid is not poison just as long as it isn't marked poison. Truthfully, though, by choosing to ride the waves of madness than attempt to overcome it or arrange it, she will come across some conclusions and truth that make more sense than anything I could ever espouse.

After falling down the rabbit hole and drinking the shrinking liquid, she eats a small cake with the anticipation of whatever effect it may have on her, most likely, an increase in size. When it initially has no effect, the audience is stunned by the anti-climactic conclusion to the anticipation of the strange cake's effect. Alice, though, concluded that is generally what happens when one eats cake. They stay the same size.

Doesn't that just make so much sense?

Then, again, though, one could easily draw a satire of the consumption of sugary, high-calorie foods that will cause a person to gain weight upon frequent consumption. But that's just me, a sociologically enthusiastic college student using every opportunity to make everything make more sense than it should. For Alice, she concludes that a person generally does not increase or decrease in height upon eating a small portion of cake.

If I allow myself to let the nonsense make sense, though, I think we can conclude that there is something to learn from Alice Liddel. In the way that we humans continue to grow perceptions of the world, we attempt to create security nets to fall back on when we encounter things that alter our perception. Those safety nets can come in the form of faith, principles, or philosophy, but, perhaps, the strongest and sturdiest sociological safety net is nonsense. If one could simply allow themselves to admit that not everything makes sense. The answer can't be found through meditation, a college lecture, or a scholarly essay. The solution can't be ascertained by clinging to traditional values nor jumping to newly developing values. Just fall back on the net and recognize that numerous aspects of the world just do not make a lick of sense, and they aren't supposed to. With reading Lewis Carroll's classic works of Alice's Adventures, there's not political intrigue or concrete message to think about, talk about, or write about. It's just absolute madness.

Now, if I allowed myself to be corny, I would say that this work has just been my two sense. But, I probably won't. Alice might appreicate it, though.