Ah, but you still resist! Following me to the second paragraph, willing to sit through another grandiose cluster of hooey just to sate your now all-consuming curiosity, for what better piques one's interest than adamant refusal to let loose the object of regard? But surely you must have the feel for this blog as it is, one that is buried neck-deep in fuming heaps of particularly verbose helpings of nothing; knowing this, how can you still push forward with this infatuation you have for some off-handed near-revelation I may have had this morning? After all, you have absolutely no evidence that I had this realization at all. I could be stringing you along, teasing you with hints and prospects of something that may or may not be of any worth for your inspection. Yet this is a gamble that you take, throwing yourself headlong into the intricate web of my trap, well-aware of this trap even as I warn you repeatedly to turn back; and thus, through my uncompromising advice for your better well-being, I manage to convince you to follow through the treacherous potholes of my callous reasoning to the core of my ridiculously ill-conceived and rather cruel trap, to the heart of the revelation I had this morning.
The revelation that I could, quite reasonably, do just this.