Dear Flood, Only I can make the greatest thread of all time. Before you even entered you felt a chill run up your spine, you felt those little shivers of adrenaline. And now before you lies a perfection you struggle to comprehend. Look at the crisp, fresh forms of my sentences. The way they sparkle eternally with morning dew, yet simultaneously burn brighter than all the stars of the cosmos, and more. See how your pupils dilate, as your mind begins to expand with psychadelic transcendence. By now you are probably flying across the plains of galaxies, dreaming the infinite blessed dreams of divine beings. All this I gift to you and more, asking nothing in return. I need for nothing. I am the Highest. The most Glorious. The Greatest of All. You're Welcome. Sincerely, Alanis Morisette