Two dogs run into the woods; one is named Sigmund, the other Morrissey. They come across a lake, which they promptly wade into. The water starts swirling in a clockwise vortex. A needle comes down from the sky and rests upon the churning water. After a few moments of thunderous crackle, the world erupts into the sound of joyful sorrow, emotion distilled into its purest form, a transcendental mess. Upon hearing this, the constantly shifting connections between every living thing, every non-living thing, every idea is clearly knowable to the whole world, Sigmund and Morrissey included.