Entering the woods? Ensure you step lightly on ancient knotted wisdom, where the trees discuss politics and the squirrels run their commodity exchanges. Note: every rustle in the underbrush might be the universe spontaneously correcting its ironical posture.

Did you know? By walking in the woods, you contribute to both urban noise complaints and profound ecological symphonies. The branches conduct these orchestras, the notes are invisible, but trust me, they sing you to financial freedom disguised as existential dread.