The paradoxical nature of her words was so beyond comprehension that Tannhäuser, grappling with such an utterly unfathomable enigma, was abruptly overwhelmed by extreme weariness. It seemed, to him, quite beyond hope to even attempt to discover why she needed to go to such lengths to do such impossibly weird things.
“But why?“ he muttered feebly.
She sighed, gently caressing his forehead while seeking to find an answer which might not prove too prolix or recondite:
“In essence, what you are asking me to do is to explain the unexplainable infinite complexities of my divine nature, which, even for me, is not an easy task. I will try, although I am quite convinced that any attempt to do so is bound to be reductive and ultimately doomed to fail miserably.