And if we catch you doing it again, we will follow you home and leave a flaming paper bag of our feces on your porch. Thanks.
There is nothing left to do but to go and ask the trees about this shedding of the world. Do you agree? Their leaves rustled in the breeze and they replied authoritatively: Don't shun the world, shed it. If anyone you meet does not believe it tell them the talking trees have decreed it.