Clearly you can see this notion is already formed as will quickly become apparent. There is a grand and intricate labyrinth of trees we call thought and you are in it. Let's cut a path as we speak without causing any violence to our tongues or groves, grooving our way through perfidious briars.

Now we both hold the scepter or pen and together collapse the notion of lineage or linearity.

In the center of the forest, a lake resides, inviting a dip, but as you can see it is at the edge, so we must discard our notions of space or temporality in favor of mediation. As you know, a result of laborious thinking, it all works out in the end.