The events which occur in the Alice books pay no particular attention to any ordinary standards. The animals have agenda’s, the flowers are temperamental, the cards rule the land according to no particular set of rules, and the insects seem most knowledgeable in terms of the world around them. Because everything is so free and nothing follows any accepted rules of order, Alice often finds herself greatly frustrated. “And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would” (156). This is comparable to humans in general trying so desperately to make sense of the world around us. Darwin is much like Alice in this respect: He invented the theory of evolution in order to explain the existence of humans. However, there is still much to be discovered, and this currently accepted view of the world may be just as muddled as the juror’s slates: “A nice muddle their slates’ll be in, before the trial’s over!” (111). 


One of my favorite pictures from my Spring Break trip. Random guy got in there just a split second before a train whizzed by and I couldn't see the other side. Therefore, he is forever famous. Accidentally.

    The jurors are just one of many possible analogies that prove how little we know about our world. The jurors all sit and attempt to copy down the proceedings in the trial. However, they hear only three witnesses, none of which presents any valid information. Even so, they must reach a verdict in order to appease the royalty and themselves, so they attempt to connect the unrelated, unsigned letter to the case. Bill the lizard, who might have been the most adept record keeper, fails to write any of his observations down because of a minor incident, much like many ingenious scientific ideas about the origin of life may go unpublished and unrecognized. 


    Often Alice finds herself in a situation in which she must just accept her strange surroundings and not overanalyze them. When speaking with the Cheshire Cat, she is told most directly that she should give up immediately if she wishes to find sanity. “’But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked. ‘Oh, you ca’n’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’” (66). This assertion sums up so much of what happens and is the most logical piece of knowledge any of the creatures gives Alice. By accepting that nothing will ever make total sense, she would save herself much trouble and not worry so much about the details. Just like Darwin, though, Alice constantly is looking for the meaning of the speeches, or the justification of certain actions. When she herself fails to remember her poems, she feels discomfort at the thought that even what she says lacks the ability to be comprehended. In short, both our earth and wonderland must be accepted as they are and will never be fully understood because of the dynamic nature of the meaning of ideas, words, and history. (Humpty Dumpty!)