“because it wanted to. Like all living creatures, it was condemned to be free and simply made a choice to move from one side of the road to the other side. The significance of the choice ultimately has no meaning to anybody but the chicken itself, which no doubt imposed an irrational yet seemingly consequential intellectual construct on the crossing in order to avoid confronting the troubling knowledge that all of life, no matter what side of the road you’re standing on, is meaningless.
“As for myself, I remain infinitely indifferent to the question of why the chicken crossed the road, unless, of course, it affects my lunch plans. Restaurant Le Procope in Paris’ Latin Quarter, for instance, features a delightful prix fixe menu that is to die for, and I wouldn’t allow it to be delayed by a chicken’s attempt to cross the road. I’d run the fowl down in my motorcar.” ---- Sartre.