In The Beginning

I think...

I think I am.

Therefore I am!

I think...

Of course you are, my bright little star...

I've miles and miles of files

Pretty files of your forefather's fruit

And now to suit our great computer

Your magnetic ink!

I'm more than that

I know I am...

At least, I think I must be

There you go, man

Keep as cool as you can

Face piles of trials with smiles

It riles them to believe

That you perceive

The web they weave...

And keep on thinking free