No. I shall not write. The pen shall not dance, the keyboard shall not feel the vivid mind, busy at work. No.

But wait... there is a possibility, a sliver of a chance that the mind has been changed. For nothing is certain forever, as the clock ticks back and forth, with a powerful reign over its loyal subjects.

All relevance to the subject at hand has been lost, cast away like a shadow, hidden among the folds of my words.