The only thing I know is that I know nothing.

'Dude. What's with all the stupid white rabbit references?'

The origins of the White Rabbit will probably be one of the many, many things that I should research and ultimately don't. It'd seem that the reference originated with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I've yet to read the book or see the film, but the book's on my to-read list.

This particular White Rabbit appears in Sophie's World, a novel by Jostein Gaarder.

A white rabbit is pulled out of a top hat. Because it is an extremely large rabbit, the trick takes many billions of years. All mortals are born at the very tip of the rabbit's fine hairs, where they are in a position to wonder at the impossibility of the trick. But as they grow older they work themselves ever deeper into the fur. And there they stay. They become so comfortable they never risk crawling back up the fragile hairs again. Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off, but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink.
     'Ladies and gentlemen,' they yell, 'we are floating in space!' But none of the people down there care.
     'What a bunch of troublemakers!' they say. And they keep on chatting: Would you pass the butter, please?

—Alberto, Sophie's World

The full title is Sophie's World: A Novel about the History of Philosophy. A year or so ago I read it about halfway through and found it fascinating, but got a bit wrapped up in what we call 'life' and abandoned my readings. I'm starting from the beginning now.

To put it in rather simpler terms, living deep in the rabbit's fur is like living inside the Matrix and accepting it as reality, taking the world for granted partly in order to survive and partly for the sake of feeling happy. It's a lot preferable to the grey world of philosophy, where even the nature of reality is never certain.

Lately I feel like I've been burrowing pretty deep into the rabbit's fur. What you're reading is my attempt to climb back out and see the stars again. Whether or not I'll succeed remains to be seen.

Don't get too comfortable.