and why is it so embarrassing to have one , an opinion i mean , and share it and do so without having to laugh at ones own opinion , i-dotted f. and ultimately the white cream will dry , and your wound will be surrounded by small whitish mountains , white cream that looks like lovingly recycled pus , signed g. and your pink wound will look like a rabid wound , hungry for healthier flesh , so as to remember itself , plagued h. you are dialoguing marmoreally , craving nothing more than to avoid each other , bloodcrusted i. or at best to ricochet off one anothers backs and broken jaws , and carry on with your shadowdancing , convalesced j. shadows dancing on a wall are western civilizations first metaphor , candlekilled k. and its most beautiful , a level of mastery never matched before or since , fled l. so my brothers and i would appreciate it if you toned down your anti-rational contempt , and tried just this once to bridge our warring monads with meaningful , standard-embracing dialogue ; communication the road to godhood , m bored through .