There once was a party where everyone brought a gift. One brought rare wine of many hues of flavor, another brought a brilliant historic book, another brought food, cooked in the fires of love.
Finally, a man came in beautifully dressed coated suit and tie, lavishly colored, tailored and classic, and he pulled out a box, so well wrapped that it brought joy to the face of the receiver.
Here, a rock, a token of my hatred. Eat it when you are able. It will digest well.