If however at some turn or straightaway, it ends up turning over, careening towards the important examination of strings connected (however inexplicably) with the processes of securing a continued nourishment? Well, then I just might be inclined to call its endeavor a success. That is to say, that in this moment, as I punch these flat keys into some formed order, termed a limited, but pointed exercise in self-examination, I guess I am indeed concerned with my own nourishment and sustenance.
The yoke has begun to run.
Well then, enough for now. Edit.