Is it wonderful or disappointing when some large, mysterious behavior is diagrammed?
It has always been a great aide to me to know the reason why I am and why I do, soil determines planting, all that. It doesn't seem to help other quite so much. Or maybe it does, but it never occurs to anyone, for some reason past what I've got, and so they never look. Maybe most folk just don't work so recursive. The eyes looking into themselves, all that. Bootstraps and ladder-pulling.
Still, maybe it's just presumptuous. No first-hand knowledge of other's workings, you know the drill. Listen, though, and listen enough. This makes sense. I was wrong, but also otherwise... mentally preoccupied the first time the issue came up. 'Course, there's no way to prove it, there's a few multiple parts, like a teepee. Yeah. Reinforce each other, but I still say the core is the big issue. The others just helped it along.
Even if it is true, accepted, and otherwise validated, I wonder that it would do any kind of thing at all. Ain't likely, suppose. Seeds and germination is the best we gonna get here.But really, what kind of dick thinks he understands folk enough to make these kind of pronouncements with confidence?
Ah, and that's where we're moving on to.


But what if I'm right?
Implications are deeper than just decent advice, but the details, ah the devil.


Me?
I feel good.
I feel strappingly healthy.
I feel like a calm pond swimming with pale koi.
I drink milk. I eat meat and vegetables. I sleep deep and well.

In my dreams, a villainous pack of bad types seek to track me down, regenerative as they are they got no fear. So I split them up, isolate them, ambush them, eat them, gain their strength and regenerative fitness.

It may have no real connection to the social and physical of the day, but the victory is about right.