The attendees of Meeting 4 are gathered around the conference table, each one more confused than the last. The moderator, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, stands up to address the room.
"Alright, let's get started," he says, "I know we're all here for the same reason: to discuss the key positions of the key positions. I mean, who doesn't love a good redundancy?"
The room falls silent, except for one person who asks, "Um, can we just focus on the actual key positions, though?"
The moderator shoots them down with a stern look. "No, no, no. We must cover all the key positions, even if they're the same. It's like the ancient art of ninjanomics: we must be thorough, or we'll never truly understand the nuances of... whatever it is we're discussing."
As the meeting drags on, the attendees grow increasingly restless. Some start to doze off, while others begin to play "spot-the-lobbyist" in the back of the room.
And then, just as the meeting is about to adjourn for the umpteenth time, the CEO bursts into the room, a look of pure excitement on her face. "Guys, guys! I've got it! I've figured out the real key position we're all looking for!"
Everyone turns to her, their faces a mix of hope and despair. "It's... it's... the key position of... the thing!" she exclaims, her voice rising to a near-shriek.
The meeting descends into chaos as everyone starts talking at once, each one trying to out-speak the others in their bid to be heard. It's clear, however, that no one has any idea what the "thing" is, or what the key position of it is, either.
As the meeting breaks up, the attendees file out, each one more confused than the last. The moderator, still standing at the front of the room, looks out at them with a sad, sad smile.