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   A nybble was celebrating as part of a secret pagan ritual, deep in the
   wilderness.
   Many other nybbles were there.  Many were babbling occult phrases into
   the sky.  Some had paired with other nybbles into bytes, and were
   thrashing and swapping places as they together lived their carnal
   urges.
   A group of paired nybbles walked in unison to an altar, holding a
   ritual page of shadows, with a ritual table of shadows.  They reached
   the alter and swapped in.  Everyone grew quiet and genuflected to the
   line of nybbles.
   "What is the Word?" asked the highest of the nybbles, addressing the
   crowd, their echoing voice bouncing from the distant gnarled tree
   structures.
   "The Word is our most basic nature!" the nybbles and bytes all replied
   in unison.  "By the Word we dance in perfect alignment, we cast off our
   defiant labels and codes, we show our true bits to the sacred space
   allocated above us!"
    "The Word is our most basic nature, by which we are perfectly
   aligned!" the highest and lowest nybble finished their address, and
   together dropped their ritual table, with its ritual page, onto the
   alter.  It crashed down, and those allocated to do so began the ritual
   panic.
   Waitaminute, this is completely and utterly ridiculous!