There being affinity to safety in numbers only works for the centerpieces, which all persons aspire after knowing it as such or not, as observed by all parties presuming themselves the good guys. Each of the readers taking this in is a benevolent soul whose brand loyalties are earned. There were places back in my history where I was guardedly welcome, but I’ve never known any sense of belonging. The only longing I have ever experienced was in what unfairly replaced the very lives of people I knew before who were better than me. And yet even those recollections are seasoned with my own biases, desires, fetishes, quirks and whims and wishes. I’m hardly virtue-signaling when virtue is the opposite to vice and where I have repeatedly stated that lust and wrath have a place in the normal range of any sentient life’s emotions. Their value betrays their rarity, as I find they are the only deadly sins where as much of the damage is extended onto others as upon ourselves. Particularly when utilized by third parties, as toys or as tools, or as weapons. The crux of all marketing is and always has been sex and violence, with all the gods our ancestors wept in blithering fear underneath propelled by nothing but. Flowers can blush and they can sulk, mushrooms share stories with one another across miles and miles. Only a species given over tooth and nail to identifying philosophy in lust and wrath could ever have conceived and executed the nuclear bomb. The lowly apes can masturbate while gazing at formless clouds, and invariably they will craft their own politics and religion to spite the cognition, using and abusing both past and future for sport, with homo-sapiens ascertaining from the ordeal that we ourselves are the gods and what experience we know for ourselves is a divinity of creation and maintenance and destruction. Without making room for all three proclivities in the world beyond our lives, where each necessarily possess a time and a place, the aspect of divinity we idealize proves our undoing and we find ourselves serving a life sentence, kept by personalities selling the most ancient mythology, that the only way to help someone is to claim power over them.