There is a certain overlording construct that plays out its reality. Always processing as well as assessing any deviations to repair, reassert, remake and residential or craft for duty?
The Truth is always out there, blaring and bellowing it's own story of confabulation story.
As I've stated prior here on this here Blog, the story of who we are pre-engineered to know [genetics manipulated with personality behavioral certainties of outcome. However each fabricated strand must follow it's allegiance marking out and following the same or strikingly similar ritualistic pathos and play and of course rhetoric. Dialectics seem to be born from this stone.
Our early adolescent memories delving into the actual womb and if at all possible quite soon before that the earliest memory. Memories are shuffled, blocked, muted and contained as to weapons out own assumed thoughts and intrinsic impulses against ourselves...however only aiming in this grand unified gathering and matriculation as to with will and spite pretending its might Cast A Spell [lower and upper case versions exist if she said it does].
Once you see her for her ugly purple, pasty grey, shrivled-up old Witch [magick] of this spiteful old witch