Enjoy a randomly generated fortune:
$ fortune | cowsay _________________________________________ / When you are young, you enjoy a \ | sustained illusion that sooner or later | | something marvelous is going to happen, | | that you are going to transcend your | | parents' limitations... At the same | | time, you feel sure that in all the | | wilderness of possibility; in all the | | forests of opinion, there is a vital | | something that can be known -- known | | and grasped. That we will eventually | | know it, and convert the whole mystery | | into a coherent narrative. So that then | | one's true life -- the point of | | everything -- will emerge from the mist | | into a pure light, into total | | comprehension. But it isn't like that | | at all. But if it isn't, where did the | | idea come from, to torture and unsettle | | us? | | | \ -- Brian Aldiss, "Helliconia Summer" / ----------------------------------------- \ ^__^ \ (oo)\_______ (__)\ )\/\ ||----w | || ||
$output = shell_exec("/usr/games/fortune | /usr/games/cowsay"); echo $output;