there're rules to it that're funny in thinking about going back on, however should you think you've succesfully actually done this, they'll be visited upon thee one hundred fold.
heart warming icelander bjork is one who somehow more than immediately springs to mind as an exponent of rules described above.
poet warlord john locke nominally realised these rules, but he didn't even have a house.
another (courtesy of john locke): lest thee forgettin, covet not an ass lest your head be your only house unless it rains, so how willst the ass to you glorify all your worth.
well, there one has it. these crazy known universes and there chief exponents, i dunno, eh?