...what we'd evolved to, see, was poetry, that being the aim of the muses (except for Martha, who really liked poetry but also really liked to make stuff happen) until Plato banished her along with poetry from the Kallipolis, Martha for being an all-around no-account, and poetry for not telling the truth about anything not even itself ...but then a muse togged out like Lady Gaga (or her twin) holding a jeweled cat descended in a cloud of song---'Let Ritchie be!' and all was right