Quantitative ease is a fragile imagination: it's puzzle thinking, one way out of this shattered whole. I'd rather autodidact to the tune of open ends with means for days and matter of any available type. Short memories make long journeys pass the beep test; a sound can't become irksome if you're always hearing it for the first time just as the best meal stands alone in comparison to nothing you ate before. Widen, aperture ants, your telescoping certainty will take you to no place while your wide-eyed wanderings are everywhere's green allotment.