Think of The One as the skid mark in your skivies. Think of The One as the ring that always comes back in your toilet bowl. Think of The One as that foul stench betwix your thighs that has men in a hurry to bust one and then move one. Think of The One as that one thing that you wouldn't eat for all the gold in Ft. Knox; no way, Jose.
That's how we, the sane, the ones with 'functioning' intellects, think about -The One-