I Know It's Terribly Unhip

I know it's terribly unhip to ever say anything that risks making you sound like a neo-Platonist, but I honestly believe that just as no two sea slugs will ever have an intelligent argument about the works of Oscar Wilde, no two human beings will ever engage in an intelligent argument about the ultimate nature of the universe.

I said ultimate.

And we are not ultimate, despite our profound wishes (and often conviction) that we are "the paragon of animals."

How do we know? Who ever got up above the paragon to look?

Or on whose or what's shoulders did you stand?