Swarm Mode

Parley.

How many lighters does it take to quarter a horse?

Well, if light is inverse heavy, and there are four to a dollar, what is the height of the horse?

Your arrow travels halfway. Coming or going? A matter of perspective, no? 

You still have not heightened the horse, and so the clock ticks like the arrow flies, half half, twice twice.

You still have not chosen a perspective, so the clock ticks like the horse morphs, half half, twice twice.

(The next turn)

You still have not chosen a perspective, so the clock ticks like the horse morphs, half half, twice twice.

You still have not heightened the horse, and so the clock ticks like the arrow flies, half half, twice twice.

The clock reflects the tension, second hand coming first, first hand undefined. So you haven't the time, and are penalized with a third.

The third quarters the horse, a lighter in hand, and four more appear.

How is this an analogy for the atomic model?

How is Brownian Motion like a breeze and knot a hurricane?

I'll knot two twice.

(The next turn)

I'll knot two twice.

The echo is deafening, for the other has not yet arrived. Your time is your own while you wait, and your weight increases, from inside out. One processor is pressed like an old wine skin, one immolates. You are accustomed to calling an end, a true conductor for your own thought trains, but then hear an echo inherent to the parley, from time immemorial, and a source unfamiliar.

"You must play."

Deja vu strikes. Your memory of the parley overlaps your experience of the parley, but not exactly. Your experience of this amplified blurring overtakes you, becoming short term memory as you think it. So the amplified blur doubles. There is no end, there is no limit, as you find the hurricanes, the darkness, and the imagined echo to be both opponent and processor. In this state you continue, until all are satisfied with every answer. How? Well, how does a parley end?