The Mysterious Un-ability to Disappear out of Focus and into Quantum Physics

In case you have never taken the few valuable-- oh so, so valuable-- seconds to consider the following topic. Please do so now, before reading this in depth doctorate thesis on the subject. The topic, being incredibly misconceptionalized (this is a new word, yet to be added to Merriam-Webster dictionary of word parts and words divorces and word marriages and word significant others,) is frail and, of course, as any of us, in our very extreme and specialized occupation, would understand, is not to be whispered nor murmured about in the back alleys of civilization and most definitely never mentioned in the presence of them, you know, them. Now, having reaffirmed the ground rules, rules we know oh-so-well, I would like to take into consideration the topic question of this thesis. The big, daunting, and impossibly invigorating (please, do not dwell over the paradox of that last phrase, it has risen to my attention the very literal inability to complete the stated task, so, please, give up, just keep reading this beautifully concocted piece) question we all ask. The question being: why? The topic being so crucial to the independence and liberty of our minds and the solution even more vital to our vitality (both physically and emotional) craves, with a hungry desire, the immediate and correct response to the question. Life as we know it is solely dependent on it. In the last conference at XXX we decided that, unlike previously thought, the problem differentiates from Part II. And to think we considered them the same. Shame. Utter shame. Using the suggested therapy and science we can officially decide that life can go on if we do it. It  is the only answer to our questions, and it most definitely answers the question, why. So, it is not 42, but it.

Thank you.

As Mutant Forefather I decree you worthy of being confused, as the peasant you are. But if you read deeply and breathe deeper you will understand

the worth


of


deodorant.