I will tell this parable at once for I have 'dunnit.
The antiphilosophical alchemical initiate experimented with a reddish gold substance, his cinnabar. He lit it with his mother's lighter and the whole world turned into black reason. What did he do? He, created the Philosopher's Stone, with all the power in it to formulate the Elixir of Life. He burned his baccy with intelligence and somehow The Thing went wrong. "Anyway," he decided, "when it goes wrong I am that I am." He cried the Elixir of Life when he realised he was right, his reason being, life is too beautiful to share with the caring. What's caring anyway? A way to be said "no" unto.
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