Mayor Wu promises that the earth and water of the womb will never suffer, as they did under Mayor Walsh. She doesn't believe in voting for unknown land management solely for the sake of a few sheep. But she concedes that you need to do some amount of hacking at sediment in the soul to extract it efficiently. Thus is the basis of her platform for election. She will match the slanting surfaces; unplumbed voids will consume those who ask if this is necessary. Who, then, would exhibit the slightest hint of hesitation in filling out their ballot? She calls the work of Mayor Walsh merely mechanical parts middle school students could make in a team of two. His rustic urban center, nothing more impotent and shoddy. And as for the errant sheep, fortunately, mathematics act loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I just need to speak the right physics magic word. Or even simply appeal to the right physicists; no, any scientist will do. It's the well trodden ground of chemistry class with my high school teacher all over again. Don't fool yourself for one second in believing that it's under my control, though. With no choice in the situation, I find my brain having nostalgia for infinity different things. Our understanding has grown steadily over the course of the recent decades and centuries. The science tells us your biology demands that which you cannot put down for an eon. No human can resist it, even if we help one another when a very great mischief will imminently strike. One can hardly observe our nuclear fusion eyes yet to open, seeing nothing. Our collective ability is metaphorically trapped in electrical closets and less pleasant places best unnamed. Zones of doom and destruction, even, those places which are not those of honor. With all hope lost after World War II, we took one another hand in hand and walked a crooked mile. Ergo we now display a natural biological high luminosity of exposed organs written on our skin. Ergo this dinky architecture from the other side of nowhere. Ergo the words written on the walls, the tortured constructions invented for purposes of experimentation. Every linguistics example sentence elicits fear. Not only language controls our lives, however. The economics overseeing any mortal thing of size S through XL ensure they do not go ungoverned. But pasty materials make exactly what we need for inks and papers. They appeal to one's civil servant mind; correlating data from more than one primary source can raise humanity to a new place. And humanities help one another, and will put things right. The political parties agreeing to elimiate poverty. In this letter here, by this art you may contemplate the solution taken to this one puzzle of the hunt.