I do not care for shallow thinkers, proclaiming virtue in flat keys. What truths may be found where terror seethes? With multiscale hierarchicality, do you still dance upon the leaves?

The skin will not do; it is time to punch through. The apple long since bitten, can you long for return to that which cannot be rewritten? What innovator today still sizes his thoughts to live in this world smitten? A certain timbre to temporality wherein one's motifs emerge with precision.