Have you seen the world through your own eyes and just sat in it and soaked it in without the need to speak, to listen, to preserve the moment from the edge of sticks?
The thing chosen to contain the state of the art chip that can think of itself and then think of itself thinking; ultimately implode and wipe everything out of existence including itself. It sticks to its ideologies like gum to a shoe and completely loses hope in what it has because there is promise of something greater. Hope destroys reality.
Avoid going round to your butcher to ask for a bull's severed parts just so you can have a glass of red wine the recommended way. Or may be do. That's where this grown-up business floors me, you see.
'We will leave no stone unturned' to calm our disappointment with the whole system of lies before a new day dawns and our own little problems become more important than unturned stones.