You stumble down Seuss hill and grapple your way up the next rise. Things look decidedly strange here. Dimensions seem more than a bit distorted as horizons cantilever precariously out of balance with one's ordinary expectations of physical properties. You see a small sign here. But it weaves in and out of focus. It *might* say, rEaD mE, but you aren't sure. Weird. Theoretical fulcrums whirr and clank from all directions, rather like the harrumphing and grumbling of a rather large Rube Goldberg machine. You might be better off reading the signs which litter the path. Just be careful where they might take you.