red fish, blue fish
Once upon a time, a man took a bag of squirrels, and he shook it - and it was good. Then he opened the bag, and showed the squirrels the light, and there in the light lay two hoops for them to leap through - and it was good.
And the squirrels said:
"Hey - I'm going back in the bag! Shake it again, man!"
or
"Hoops! We don't need no steenking hoops! Choice is an illusion!"
and
"Look! Is that a third hoop, lying yet unconsidered over there?"
or even
"If you really sit down and think about it, the mouth of this bag is technically a hoop-like structure, in that one passes through its circumference on the way to somewhere else - but by leaving through it we have already made our decision about the kinds of hoops we're going to jump through in life, and all following hoops will eventually derive from that initial decision, and are therefore judgmentally founded in another type of hoop - an a priori super-hoop that..."
and sometimes
"Hey - I'm a square peg - and that there is a round hole!"
and so on.
So the man decided that it was time to close the bag, tie it off, and throw the whole thing in the river - and it would have been good, but the squirrels were too fast for him, and they swarmed out, crawled up his arms, and burrowed through his eyes and ears to the center of his skull, where they have been living ever since - after they put in fresh carpeting and track-lighting, of course.