Yesterday, walking back to my humble abode from the local arboretum, I noticed a series of chrusic chains lying in the gutter. Thinking it rather odd to find such valuable apparel lying in the gutter, I picked them up only to find a strange note attached:

``I pity the fool who wears this gold.''

``Strange'' I murmured to myself. ``Who is this fool, and why would he want to wear these golden chains?''

Pondering this, I slipped the chains around my neck. Suddenly I felt shivers moving through my neck, like the shivers of realization when one realizes that one's heurmeneutical base is certainly not Archimedian.

These shivers seemed to excite the follicles on my forehead, causing dark black hair to shoot out. Similarly, this energy seemed to form a magnetic field, causing the quantum tunneling of golden rings to my fingers. This energy seemed to burn my skin, turning it to a dark brown. Finally, it singed my vocal chords, causing my lyrnx to reverberate at lower frequencies.

Sound burst forth from my lips:

``I pity the fool who don't realize that Godel's incompleteness theorem makes modernist positivism fundamentally incomplete, in that true propositions exist which are not deduced from their petty foundationalism!''

``I pity the fool who doesn't allow for the progression of the Hengelian dialectic! Don't make me come over there and synthesize your bourgeoisie heiny!''

``I pity the fool who don't realize that the cognitive psychological structure `schema' itself seems to be the projection of a simple structure (schema) on a complex phenomena (noos), a `schema' if you will, resulting in the undermining of the concept's epistemic basis for its own definition, and thus making it self-stullifying, yea unknowable, except under a coherence theory of truth!''

``I pity the fool who denies the otherness of the other!''

Suddenly a surly African-American übermensch ran up to me. ``Quit that jibba jabba! Drink drugs. Don't do school! Stay in milk!'' He ripped the chains from my neck. ``Fool,'' he said, ``I'll pound you in the ground if you ain't out of my sight in 20 seconds.''

I scampered to do his bidding. I never disobey übermenschen.