what if that green space over there was purely the foreground for the blue space over there and sitting amongst the various forms was a moving substance that carried the top half of itself upright and therefore ate with utensils and the utensil utilizing movements projected from the clamping jaw of a round delicate frame who formed molecules of liquid when chewing and spoke of the need for life to prosper while vibrational waves travelled into the spiralling side tunnels of one broad pillar of hair and flesh across the landscape who heard only the echo of wet smaking lips and the need for life to prosper such that all must work diligently toward procreation while the candel lit lips rather considered the prospects of making things grow in the green space over there when the sun stayed at its optimum angle in the blue space over there and the lips and the hair nodded enthusiastically at such undefined expectancies?