This rotted relic of a tree reminded me of The Knights Who Say Nee! from Monty Python and The Holy Grail, who sent King Arthur off to find a shrubbery in order to pass. Which reminded me of Sir Knight, who refused passage across a bridge to said king, resulting in the loss of all four limbs. All of which sent my mind off into the creative netherworld.
Which reminds me that everything new in the universe is a recombination of existing things, that are intentionally, happenstancially, or inadvertently transformed. And while that may be, if any part of that is directly attributable to someone else's recombination, there needs to be as a minimum acknowledgement, and potentially financial.
Nee!
