Sometimes when I'm feeling innocent and pure, I like to pretend that the world is a place where everyone realizes that "... everything is just zeroes and ones" and thus anything can represent anything else when viewed just the right way. That means everything is illegal, and so nothing is illegal.

"This coke can plays the melody to Funkytown!" ... http://rachelbythebay.com/w/2012/07/26/encoding/

Then I snap out of it. It's right up there with "what if each of your fingernails contained a universe" talk: inevitable, but predictable.