For some reason I'm reminded of this semantic game I used to play while in altered states... hard to explain
basically, as you're talking to someone that doesn't know about the game, you go on an unrelated tangent. But you never get to the conclusion of the tangent which is only vaguely related to the original point. Before the "meaning" comes through, you digress onto another unrelated tangent. You answer any questions by following up with metaphorical examples which are also only vaguely related. Your victim will be confused, unable to process the rapid stream of information. The point is to bring him to the point where he understands the rules of the game and can respond in turn.
Target: "So you're saying that nobody was ever buried inside a pyramid? I think that's incorrect."
Game Player: "Well you're partially right. People were buried physically, but the egyptian concept of the spirit is a bit harder to pin down. Remember this came long before Descart conceptualized that mind/body duality. I mean, think of humming birds... there's an image in your head, but that's not a humming bird, right? It's a thought about a humming bird."
basically you use fragments of actual discussions to assemble something less-than-coherent.
The target, trying to make sense of this torrent of vaguely related information, can get overwhelmed while trying to make all the connections.
Game player: "That was basically the topic of Magritte's art. That we can never really know the real thing, we can only know representations of it. And in doing so we lose track of the human soul, which doesn't exist in such either/or terms. So for the Egyptians to bury their dead, they first had to understand the context of death: intangible representation and lack thereof."
when played well, this is hilarious. It's amazing how much your tone of voice influences the perception of what you're saying. Everything has to come out in a torrent of exasperated words, never giving the target time to process any of the nuances, just to feel the broad shape of what you're saying.
I've rarely laughed so hard as when one of my targets turned it around on me.
"Wait," he said, "you're basically saying that the universe is eons old, but has a definite mass. That doesn't line up."
"How do you mean," I asked.
"Well an eon has an exact atomic weight, if you think about it in physical terms."
"I don't understand," I asked, then as it dawned on me that he had finally gotten it, and engaged my rational mind in nonsense, I began laughing so hard I fell over.