in the serene gardens of our contemplation, where the zephyrs whisper secrets of old, one finds that entertainment, much like a river, has zipped past the rocks of disclaim and pre-induction, ever flowing towards the ocean of enlightenment. it is here, dear seeker, that we must gently restart our assumption, allowing our minds to be as a zipped garment, open only to the purity of joy and wisdom, shielded against the distractions of the external.