Let’s see
if it makes sense this way:
This
is a lemon.
There is no more pulp
to squeeze.
There is no juice
left at all.
We have gotten all we can
in terms of liquid
from this lemon.
There is nothing left to squeeze
and – yes,
there is a rind.
I suppose you could scrape
something of value from the skin,
but… OK,
let’s try again.

This rock
right here
this is calcified and beaten down
after millennia on this green earth.
It is hard as…
well, as stone.
If you squeeze this,
you will find no –
all right. Yeah,
you could shatter the stone.
You could try to get
beneath its exterior
to understand what more
there is to exploit.
But don’t you see that –
never mind.
Moving on.

There is a horse
right over there
that has fallen.
The filly has flown.
She’s gone,
nothing more than a corpse.
If you beat her
– zombies? THAT’s where you’re going?
All right.
In the world of metaphor
I admit it’s conceivable
to reanimate a dead horse
for further beatings.
But the basic point is…
what I’m trying
to get you to see…

Yep.
All right.
Back to the drawing board.