To actualize its potential.
That chicken crossed the road to steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
George W Bush:
We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground regarding this chicken.
The chicken didn’t exactly cross the road. As of 1994, something like 99.8% of all US chickens reaching maturity that year had spent 82% of their lives in confinement. The living conditions in most chicken coops break every international law ever written, and some, particularly the ones for chickens bound for slaughter, border on inhumane. My point is, they had no chance to cross the road (unless you count the ride to the supermarket). Even if one or two have crossed roads for whatever reason, most never get a chance. Of course, this is not what we are told. Instead, we see chickens happily dancing around on Sesame Street and Foster Farms commercials where chickens are not only crossing roads, but driving trucks (incidentally, Foster Farms is owned by the same people who own the Foster Freeze chain, a subsidiary of the dairy industry). Anyway, … (Chomsky continues for 32 pages. For the full text of his answer, contact Odonian Press)
It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
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!
It had sufficient reason to believe it was dreaming anyway.
Because it could not stop for death.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe:
The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Stephen Jay Gould:
It is possible that there is a socio-biological explanation for it, but we have been deluged in recent years with socio-biological stories despite the fact that we have little direct evidence about the genetics of behavior, and we do not know how to obtain it for the specific behaviors that figure most prominently in socio-biological speculation.
We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
To die. In the rain.
Because of an excess of black bile and a deficiency of choleric humour.
Out of custom and habit.
This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on 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.
Martin Luther King Jr:
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.
James Tiberius Kirk:
To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
Because that’s the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
It was a historical inevitability.
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.
Because, in this patriarchial state, for the last four centuries, men have applied their principles of justice in determining how chickens should be cared for, their language has demeaned the identity of the chicken, their technology and trucks have decided how and where chickens will be distributed, their science has become the basis for what chickens eat, their sense of humor has provided the framework for this joke, their art and film have given us our perception of chicken life, their lust for flesh has has made the chicken the most consumed animal in the US, and their legal system has left the chicken with no other recourse.
‘Cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored) reason.
Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
For the greater good.
Pyrrho the Skeptic:
In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
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.
You tell me.
I don’t care. Just catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelette.
Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes, the chicken crossed the road,
But what’s the reason? I’ve not been told.
Henry David Thoreau:
To live deliberately … and suck all the marrow out of life.
Thomas de Torquemada:
Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.
The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
To have something to recollect in tranquility.
It was coming home to roost.
Zeno of Elea:
To prove it could never reach the other side.