...on a five point scale of animosity, the wordly spectors all gesture to yes...beginning with the end, stopping before it starts and counting endless blessings...interpretations sink into the ooze of moldy forgotten caves, for deciphering the indecipherable has become the favourite past-time of judgements...don't drink the wandering fluid that pours from the top of melting mountains, and don't heed the yells of the drowning crossed-legged virgins that once sat on their peaks...eat from their skulls, and market your knowledge...spin ventriloquisisms into being and garner your reality wholey unsizable...win five points...