The hypothetical is elevated. The divinity is in the sleight of hand. The ambience is in the atmosphere. The brain deprived of oxygen sees Jesus. Pass the antivenom, please. There is no angular momentum like that of the lily if the lily is dismissed. 

Existence of stalactites and stalagmites is a contradiction and translucence is an afterthought not a foregone conclusion. Wheel me in insisting that I be unique, I'll bow to what's symmetric. What's symmetric? 

Exoskeletal in war, in peace and in the hearts of those with matching hats, the active listeners know how to feel, how not to solve. A brain deprived of oxygen, your food is made to look like cake. If you don't like the zeitgeist wait a while. 

There is a pedestal for every play on words and every play on words is on its pedestal. The aftermath is as transparent as is the suspended disbelief, the faith that I'm reduced to too. What is a guru like you doing in a here and now like this?