These impeccable fallacies are of your own twined inventions dear, and I know because such blasphemous dualities, such shrewd misconceptions, are so light-years far from the truth that I find them defying the gravity of the situation, not innocuous as you’d like to think, but alas I cannot draw them out of you because they are molded in cinderblock, cast in iron so deep into your skull that I wish the possible best you could manage unto you, because with that gargantuan weight of your foolish delusions suffocating you, I would think, the most you could ever attempt would be to salvage yourself out of this trifling haze, this cyclone of undisputed idiocy.