Why did the chicken cross the road?
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
To actualise its potential.
Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
If you meet the chicken on the road, kill it.
The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Out of custom and habit.
Because it could not stop for death.
To die. In the rain.
Henry David Thoreau
To live deliberately… and suck all the marrow out of life.
Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Cause it [censored] wanted to. That’s the [censored] reason.
Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
J.W. von Goethe
The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
It was a historical inevitability.
The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came into being which caused the actualisation of this potential occurrence.
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken’s dominion maintained.
The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Because if you gaze too long across the road, the road gazes also across you.
For the greater good.
Pyrrho the Skeptic
Ralph Waldo Emerson
It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.
You tell me.
Thomas de Torquemada
Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.
Because that’s the only kind of trip the establishment would let it take.
We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
Zeno of Elea
To prove it could never reach the other side.