Showing posts with label Isomorphism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isomorphism. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 June 2024

Sutekh, The Hyksos and Isomorphism


Plato's Pharmacy -- 
"Pharmakos"

"Offscourings" ---  Pharmakos (n.)
a human scapegoat.
During the Thargelia, but 
also during adverse periods 
such as plague and famine,
 Athenians and Ionians 
expelled scapegoat(s), who
 were called 'offscourings'
in order 'to purify' the cities.
The Cat sat on The Ma'at.

The Witchcraft of Salem Village

"Now, Derrida -- Foucault was the teacher of Derrida at the E.N.S. --Foucault took Derrida with him to visit the inmates at the mental hospital of St. Annes.

Derrida has been somewhat less publicly flamboyant than Foucault but he is no less of an irrationalist he's probably a more effective one; 

He is the child of a Serpharic Jewish Family living in Algeria -- he was very young, when he had the experience of being buried alive --

He was locked in a coffin-shaped Cedar Chest by his sisterhe later managed to escape alive, but he was traumatised by the belief that he had died and been brought back from The Dead....

From this grew his identification with The Isis-Osiris Myth in which Isis of course brings Osiris back from The Dead; but this also implied fora an obsession with castration, which he told his students had suggested to him the the title for one of his early books, "Disseminations".


Derrida's irrationalism was later fuelled by the mystical writings of the Kabbalah -- very important -- and by his devotion to the satanic degenerate Antonin Artaud, of The Theatre of Cruelty, some people may remember this, too.

He was somebody who had spent about a decade of his own life in a mental institution. Derrida was jailed in 1981 by the Czechoslovakian Communist Regime on on charges of drug trafficking, but these these charges were never proven --

Some of the best one-liners about Derrida come from Foucault, during the period when these two were quarreling -- During the 1970s Foucault said that Derrida was a terrorist and an obscurantist who deliberately wrote in such a way as to be impossible to understand, so he could then lash-out at his critics, as cretins who were incapable of understanding the profoundness of his Thought;

The best summary from Foucault : -- "Derrida is the kind of philosopher, who gives bullshit a bad name.

Now we can we can turn the lights on we don't need this at the moment we have one more deid DA's opaque doctrines are a philosophy of anglo-american destabilization from the word go his big publishing breakthroughs came in 1967 and ke lectures were delivered at the height of the May 1968 riots that led to the overthrow of General Charles deal the best government that France had seen in many Ages 

Derrida was a Leading Light of the click around the magazine Tel Kel which was one of the theoretical mouthpieces of this Rebellion now deconstruction deconstruction is an attack on the judeo-christian Western European civilization it is an attack that is powered Above All by rage DEA hates and resents reason and creativity in these he identifies with the Epic of Christian creationism and infinitism when these appropriate the resources of Greek conceptuality that is from his book on grammatology in other words derida hates Plato he hates Apostolic Christianity as exemplified by St John St Paul St Augustine and other patristic writers he hates the entire edifice of Western Civilization based on Christian platonism and in this he follows mentors like n who claim to be Socrates in Reverse or diogenes who defined himself as Socrates gone mad 

Most of all Derrida hates The Logos -- this in the Greek means word or discussion, perhaps ordering, lawfulness but finally reason -- The Logos is reason. 

In Plato's Dialogues, The Spoken Word is The Path to refining and improving The Logos or Reason — later, Christ came into The World as The Word of God; and in another moment of The Christian Trinity, The Holy spirit is the logos which proceeds from The Son of God and which abides with human beings  — Derrida wishes to reject all of this, and all of the implications -- 

Derrida says that Western European culture is guilty of Logocentrism -- The Western cultural Paradigm has contained within it, the aspiration to be based on reason : this has to be rejected. 

The Western cultural-Paradigm also gives priority to speech and to The Spoken Word -- you can compare this to to other cultures around The World, but this is not the case

Most literature was originally designed to be read aloud or or even sung, from Plato's dialogues to Dante to Petrarch to Shakespeare to Schiller --- and this is the hated Phonocentrism, which Derrida also wants to get rid of ---

Derrida delves into Plato in an attempt to show that the overtones of The Platonic Logos are exclusively paternal and male-dominated -- this gives rise to the further charge of phalogocentrism, and of course soon enough that turns into phalocentrism in the writings of the Menads of Feminist literary Theory today --

Derrida follows his Nazi Guru Heidegger in concluding that the real problem in The West is that our culture is permeated by what he calls 'metaphysics' -- Heidegger had railed against the metaphysics of presence and against metaphysics in general.

For Derrida, 'metaphysics' evidently means anything that cannot be boiled-down to Sense-Certainty. 

Derrida seems sees 'metaphysics' as The Enemy that must be destroyed and under this heading he lumps God, The Self, The Soul, The Human Individual, Causality, Substance Essence, Idea, Action and virtually any concept of any importance turns out to be 'metaphysical' -- these have to go, of course for reasons that are never really uh explained --

And of course for Derrida,  Language is this self-contained formal system of signs with no connection to any reality, concept or thing -- 


Back during the Weimar Republic in the 20s and 30s in Germany the pro-Nazi Heidegger and others referred to their battle against 'metaphysics' with the name destrution or destruction -- and destruction was the first name that Derrida ever gave to his own method.... 

Parallels have been drawn from Deconstructionism to Zen and above all to The Sufism of Al-Gazali whose destruction is in effect a deconstruction of Al-Farrabi and Ibn Sinna attempting to play on their supposed self-contradictions and writers on postmodernism have called attention to this --

a dozen years ago larouche authored a new standard American English curriculum for Effective US public schools in which he outlined the requirements for illiterate language setting out to express the geometric complexity of reality according to larouche this would include seven grammatical cases nine tenses five moods an active and passive voice non-reflexive and self-reflexive features and a vocabulary of 50,000 to 100,000 words including a very well-developed verb system this would therefore mean the ability to express at least 1,260 degrees of geometric freedom 

But of course, for the radical nominalist, paranoid-schizophrenic Derrida, 

Language has nothing 
to DO with reality — 

Derrida sides above all with the Linguistics of Ferdinand of Geneva, which accomplished a massive deterioration in these Language Studies by abandoning all idea of Historical analysis —

For Derrida, The Word as A Sign does not lead to A Concept or An Object, but it only leads you to other signs  — take for example, the word “cat”. 

Okay,  “cat” is A Word that leads you to the furry feline, right?

Right, but no — according to Derrida, this word by itself means nothing,  it only means something because it's different from other words, like “bat” or “rat” or “hat”.

It’s therefore a Negative and Relational Axiom of Duesur;  

For Derrida The Word seems to promise Meaning, but its definition always sends us through an endless chain of other words when we look for the definitions, so the promise of Meaning is indefinitely postponed, delayed, deferred according to this nonsense — each word in a text points to a NeverEnding series of other, older textsThe Chamber of Texts of Derrida.

This is Derrida’s jargon word of “differance”;with a big “a” in the last syllable, which packs ‘difference’ and ‘delay’ into the same baggage —

Now, for Derrida, 
The Author is Dead
by definitionhe never existed —

The Human Self and The Human Ego have collapsed into an ‘X’ marking the spot where they once were

This is the so-called “Subject Position” :

There is no perception
all that Derrida is willing 
to talk about, is A Text

A written text of black on white
with punctuation, typefaces, paragraphs, margins, codons, copyrights, logoeslogoes, but No Logos — and so forth.

This is what he calls ‘writing’ or ‘L’ecriture’ and this writing is primary over Speechprimary with respect to The Spoken Word, which is another purely arbitrary and absolutely absurd assertion;

Everything is a written text, in the sense that every thought, utterance or discourse — watch out when you hear ‘discourse’, because That’s THEM — uh 

Anything
any Discourse 
is simply 
"A Story that 
We Tell each other 
about something that exists"
(uh well, something that that 
may or, may not exist)

— and best way for 
A Discourse to be there 
is, as a written text.

So as Derrida says, 
“There is NOTHING 
outside of The Text”;
everything is A Text — 
there are no more Works of Art;

ALL black writing on white paper is A Text, be it Shakespeare, the telephone book, Mickey Mouse, the racing form, The US Constitution, the Jupiter Symphony all of those are Texts, and every one of of them is exactly equivalent to any other

As you can see, what Derrida tries to do, is to draw you into A Labyrinth of Jargon — he's always shifting The Jargon, allegedly to keep from falling back into the hated ways of 'Metaphysics' —
He uses words like “trace”, “sediment” and “iteration” to show that words evolve and change their meanings, as they are used again and again — it's like barnacles on a ship's Hull or the way a coin might be worn when it goes through circulation;

For example, if we hear the word “crook” — Who do we think of think of?”

So, the idea is that each one of these words becomes freighted with a trace, sediment of something, because of the way that they've been used, and this is always there and may not be under control

These are overtones, connotations, associations, you can think of them as etymologies if you want to -- 

They become the key to Derrida practice of what he calls 'dissemination' : -- the scattering of Meanings through Free Play

The Point is always to show that writing is the product of some kind of a compulsion, some kind of a determinism, it is not free -- one example is Derrida's deconstruction of his favourite target, Plato.

This is the deconstruction of the Phaedrus dialogue in the book "Disseminations", by Derrida --

Derrida attempts to show through a textual analysis of the of The Dialogue, words that Plato uses, one is Pharmaca;

This is a Proper Name; it is Nymph who was present when one of her companions was blown off a cliff and died on the Rocks below

Then we have the word Pharmakon; this can mean either a Medicine which gives Life or a Poison which gives Death;

Then we have Pharmakos; Plato refers to Socrates as Pharmakos -- it has the overtone of A Sorcerer or A Medicine-Man, used ironically -- "Socrates, I do apprehend you to be A Wizard! --"

Derrida points out, that although Plato goes through this series Pharmacea, Pharmakon, Pharmakos --  he does not use a closely-related word which is a synonym of the last one, which is Pharmakos and Pharmakos is the sacrificial victim or scapegoat -- 

This is the person, for example who would be ceremonially killed in Athens, in the event of a plague or some other natural disaster, or some disaster of another type -- so, scapegoat is of course what Socrates later became

So Derrida goes through this, with the idea of showing you that Plato was also not free; he was compelled, he was controlled by some kinds of subconscious psychological factors
and THEREFORE :

The Text says, what 
Plato could not have meant

....and this is the obvious 
Deconstructionist conclusion :

All reading is misreading
the Phaedrus dialogue and 
any other piece of writing 
is hopelessly contradictory 
and completely indecipherable --"



"They had rocked The Boat
they had upset The State
they had failed to maintain Ma'at.

"The Temple walls 
[of The New Kingdom] 
will depict The King as 
going on military campaigns 
to increase Ma'at, Divine Order --
and the notion here is, 
Foreign Peoples and Places 
are a source of CHAOS : so, 
The King must bring 
ORDER to these people
and it's for their own Good.

So The King is functioning as 
an insurer of Ma'at and 
the temples themselves should 
be regarded as FACTORIES
if you will, of this Divine Order.

At the same time, another 
of the old gods of the 
Egyptian pantheon, Sutekh
the embodiment of confusion 
and disorder, had become 
incredibly connected with 
the gods of foreign lands.

Any remaining religions practices 
of The Hyksos had also been 
incorporated into this deity and 
would have remained A Problem 
for any King trying to maintain Ma'at.

Despite King Ahmoses' termination 
of The Hyksos' political rule 
around 1550 BCE, the deities 
of The Semites remained

Even Queen Hatshepsut, nearly 
a century later, commented that 
The Hyksos ruled without Ra -

Her claim to have restored Order 
might hint at the very reason for her 
non-attendance on The King's List. 

That, or the unorthodox 
nature of Her Rule....."

Sunday, 6 November 2022

You Don't Understand The Implications





“When I was doing The Invisibles… I kind of went method acting on it. So if I had a transvestite witch character then I had to become a transvestite witch and see what that felt like and I had to summon Mayan and Mexican Gods and deal with Them and see what They look like and copy down what they have to say… I became the King Mob character, the Lord Fanny character… I was living out that book. The idea was to do almost like an art installation… you know I wound up in hospital because I had my lead character in hospital. This shaven headed bald guy who had lots of fun and sex and girls. So when he got sick, I got sick and when he got well I got well.
And I found I could put things inand it was very weird I still don’t know what it is and I ask other people to try this… 

Try and implicate Your Art and Your Life to such a degree that You can’t tell the difference anymore and strange things start to happen. Reality becomes very plastic. And it seems as if you can press buttons in Your Little Voodoo World, your little fictional Creation… and real things will happen… 
The more We test it the more it becomes a Human Technology that We can give to EVERYONE…”


Friday, 28 October 2022

I am The Interface






Emergence is a Simple Idea -- 
The Universe is The Way it is
because it Grew That Way.


CHAKOTAY: 
It looks like the bio-mass dissolved 
right through The Borg hull. 

TUVOK
This Borg is attempting to assimilate it. 

KIM: 
Doesn't look like he's having much luck. 

CHAKOTAY
There's a chamber beyond this opening. 
Forty meters wide, high concentrations of antimatter particles. 
It looks like a warp propulsion system of some kind. 

KIM: 
It's A Ship? 

TUVOK
Starfleet has encountered species 
that use organic-based vessels. 
The Breen, for example. 

CHAKOTAY
There doesn't seem to be anybody on board. 
Chakotay to Voyager. 

JANEWAY [OC]: 
Go ahead, Commander. 

CHAKOTAY
Captain, we've found an entrance to the biomass. 
We think it may be a ship of some kind. 
Permission to go inside

JANEWAY [OC]: 
Granted. 

CHAKOTAY: 
Harry, that's a Borg distribution node. 
See if you can download their tactical database. 
It might contain a record of What Happened here. 

KIM
Aye, sir. 

CHAKOTAY: 
Tuvok.

[Alien Bioship]
(Lots of curves in stark contrast to The Borg angles.)

CHAKOTAY: 
They seem to be organic conduits. 
They're carrying electrodynamic fluid. 

TUVOK: 
Maybe an energy source. 

CHAKOTAY
Maybe. This looks like a binary matrix, 
but it's laced with neuropeptides. 
Could be their version of a computer core. 

Kim hears some clanging sounds 
and goes to investigate, 
then returns to his work.

TUVOK
This damage was caused by a Borg disrupter beam. 
The Wall appears to be regenerating itself. 
Commander! 

Tuvok discovers a Borg being 
absorbed by The Wall.




[TARDIS]
(The Doctor is on his knees.



Chinny : 
I'm shutting down. 
I need An Interface. 
Voice interface. 
Come on, emergency

HOLO-DOCTOR MK-III: 
Voice interface enabled. 

Chinny
Oh no, no, no, no, no






Give me someone I like


(Holo-Rose Tyler.)

Chinny : 
Oh, Thanks. Give me Guilt. 




(Holo-Martha Jones.) 

Chinny: 
Also, Guilt. 

(Holo-Donna Noble.) 

Chinny
More Guilt. Argh
Come on, there must be someone left 
in The Universe I haven't screwed up yet. 


HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) 
Voice interface enabled. 

Chinny : 
Oh. Oh, Amelia Pond...
Before I got it all wrong
My sweet little Amelia. 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) : 
I am not Amelia Pond. 
I am a voice interface. 

Chinny : 
Hey, let's run away 
and have adventures. 
Come along, Pond. 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) 
I am not Amelia Pond. 
I am a voice interface. 

Chinny : 
You are so Scottish. 
How am I doing? 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) : 
Your System has been contaminated by The Poison of The Judas Tree. 
You will be dead in 
thirty two minutes. 

Chinny
Okay. So, basically better regenerate, 
that's what you're saying.
 
HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
Regeneration disabled. 
You will be dead 
in thirty two minutes. 

Chinny :
Unless I'm cured, yeah? 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) : 
There is no cure. 
You will be dead 
in thirty two minutes.

Chinny
Why do you keep saying that? 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
Because you will be dead in thirty two minutes.  

Chinny
You see? There you go again. Basically skipping 
thirty one whole minutes 
when I'm absolutely fine. 
Scottish, that's all I'm saying.

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
 You will be fine for thirty one minutes. 
You will be dead in thirty two minutes. 

Chinny :
Scotland's never conquered anywhere, you know. 
Not even a Shetland. 
River needs me. 
She's only just beginning. 
I can't die now.

 
HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) : 
You will not die now. 
You will die in 
thirty two minutes.


Chinny :
I'm going out in the first round. Ringing any bells? 
Argh! Okay, need something 
for the pain now. 
Come on, Amelia. 
It's me. Please. 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
I am not Amelia Pond. 
I am a voice interface. 


Chinny :
Amelia, listen to me. 
I can be brave for you, 
but you have got to tell me how

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
I am not Amelia Pond. 
I am a voice interface. 


Chinny
Amelia. Amelia, please. 

HOLO-AMELIA (Aged 8) :
Fish fingers and custard. 


Chinny :
What did you say? 
Fish fingers and custard? 
Oh, Amelia Pond. 
Fish fingers and custard. 
Fish fingers and custard!

Thursday, 11 February 2021

Isomorphism



Before The Law, 
There Stands A Guard


BEFORE THE LAW :

Before The Law, 
There stands A Guard. 

A Man comes from The Country, 
begging admittance to The Law. 

But The Guard cannot admit him. 

May he hope to enter at a later time? 
That is possible, said The Guard. 

The Man tries to peer through The Entrance. 
He'd been taught that The Law was to be accessible 
to every Man. 

"Do not attempt to enter without My Permission", 
says The Guard. 

"I am very Powerful. 
Yet I am The Least of all The Guards. 

From Hall to Hall, 
Door after Door, 
Each Guard is more Powerful 
than The Last.”

By The Guard's Permission
The Man sits by The Side of The Door
and there he waits

For YEARS, He waits. 

Everything He has
He gives away in The Hope of bribing 
The Guard, who never fails to Say to Him : 
“I Take What You Give Me, 
only so that You Will Not Feel 
that You Left Something Un-Done." 

Keeping His Watch during the long years, 
The Man has come to know 
even The Fleas on The Guard's fur collar. 

Growing childish in old age, 
He begs the fleas to persuade The Guard 
to change His Mind and Allow Him to Enter. 

His Sight has dimmed, but in The Darkness 
He perceives a radiance streaming immortally 
from The Door of The Law. 

And now, before He dies
all He's experienced condenses into one Question, 
A Question He's never asked

He beckons The Guard. 

Says The Guard, 
"You are insatiable
What is it now?" 

Says The Man, 
"Every Man strives to attain The Law. 
How is it then that in all these years
no one else has ever come here, 
seeking admittance?" 

His Hearing has failed
so The Guard YELLS into His Ear :

"Nobody Else but You 
could EVER have 
obtained admittance. 

No-one else could 
Enter This Door!" 

"This Door," He Says,
"was intended,  
ONLY for YOU

And, Now — 
I'm going to close it." 

This Tale is Told during 
The Story called 
"The Trial". 

It's been said that 
The Logic of This Story 
is The Logic of a Dream... 
Or a Nightmare.





BOUC :
Poirot. I need your help, my friend. 
You have to find who did this. 
Please, I implore you, on behalf 
of The Orient Express. 

When The Police arrive, 
we can present them 
with the case closed. 

You are the only one who can Save Me. 

Hercule Poirot :
Your Faith touches me, mon cher. 
But I must have this rest. 

BOUC :
Well, think of it as a little 
beachside puzzle. 

That's nothing to your mind! 

You look up the antecedents 
of the passengers. 

You establish their bona fides
Then you do What You Do. 

You... You... You... 
You sit in a chair and you eat your cake... 
and you think until the solution presents itself. 

What else are you going to do 
while we sit here in the snow? 

Without constant stimulation
your little gray cells will 
starve and die. 

Hercule Poirot :
You think that is what I do? 

I sit in a chair and I have a little piece of cake, 
and then I come up with a great idea? 

BOUC :
I don't know what you do. 

Hercule Poirot :
I have my Dickens. 

BOUC :
Damn your Dickens! 
If we leave this to The Police, 
they will choose a culprit, 
Right or Wrong
and they will hang him

Most probably Mr. Marquez, 
for no other reason than 
his name is 'Marquez'. 

Or Dr. Arbuthnot for the colour of his skin. 
You are the only one who 
can bring Justice. 

Hercule Poirot :
.....let me have a map of this coach. 

BOUC :
Of course. 

Hercule Poirot :
Every passport. 

BOUC :
Anything. 

Hercule Poirot :
Interviews arranged with 
all of our passengers. 

Evidence, Order and Method, 
until one culprit emerges

I do not approve of Murder, my friend. 

Every day, we meet people The World 
could do better without 
yet We Do Not Kill Them. 

We must be better than The Beasts. 

So let us find this Killer. 


Jordan Peterson pulls Christianity out of Sam Harris' reductionist hat



"Because -- a Forgery that is materially the same as a great masterpiece, is essentially worthless."


No. It's Priceless. Because you cannot sell it. It's worth a very great deal, indeed.





Miss Debenham :
It's freezing! 
Are we stuck? 
You asked for me? 
Another interrogation? 

Hercule Poirot :
Oh, no. I enjoy your company. 
Merci, Bouc. 

Uh, please. I have a list of 10 Questions 
I am no nearer to answering, 
and the train is about to leave. 

You have a clear mind, and I thought that you might produce an insight. Please

Miss Debenham :
Hmm. 

"The Handkerchief." 

"The Pipe Cleaner."

"The Scarlet Kimono." 

"The Uniform." 

"The time on The Watch." 

"Was he murdered then?" 

"Earlier or later?" 

"By one person or more?" 

"Which of them?" 

Sorry, I can't help you. 



Hercule Poirot :
Uh... Merci. 

Miss Debenham :
Perhaps there is 
An Eleventh Question 
you don't know to ask yet 
that will give you 
The Answer to the rest.

WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD, YET? 

Hercule Poirot :
Perhaps. I could point an easy finger 
at the, uh, Countess Andrenyi. 
I discovered she was 
Sonia Armstrong's sister. 

Are you certain? 

Hercule Poirot :
Yes. I suspect she may perhaps 
be innocent. Perhaps. 

But so many people have lied to me on this train and do not seem to mind. 

You yourself did so effortlessly

Me? 

Hercule Poirot :
You told me you had 
never been to America. 
You also concealed the fact that 
at the time of The Tragedy, you 
were living in The Armstrong Household 
as Governess to Their Daughter. 
And you know this. 

I have my living to get. 
A Girl detained in connection 
to a murder case, no decent 
class family would engage me. 

Miss Debenham, you planned 
Ratchett's murder. 
And then you sent for 
The Countess to witness it. 
If she saw him dead, 
the Helena you knew might return. 

You waited for your roommate to sleep, 
but she did not. You drugged her. 
But the barbital only gave her a headache. 
She begged for an aspirin when The Train
stopped, when The Conductor 
was on The Station, when the coast w
as clear at last, when you were 
allowed to enter 
Ratchett's compartment, unseen. 
You loved Daisy Armstrong. 
You killed Cassetti. 

Miss Debenham :
Cassetti was a pig
He deserved to die. 



You read The Bible, Ringo? 

Not regularly, no. 

Well, there's this passage I got memorized. 
Ezekiel 25:17. 

"The Path of The Righteous Man 
is beset on all sides 
by the inequities of The Selfish 
and The Tyranny of Evil Men. 

Blessed is he, who in the name 
of Charity and Good Will, 
shepherds The Weak 
through The Valley of Darkness, 
for he is truly His Brother's Keeper 
and The Finder of Lost Children.

And I will strike down upon thee with great Vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. 

And you will know I am the Lord... 
when I lay my vengeance upon you." 

Now, I been sayin' that shit for years — 
and if you heard it, that meant your ass. 

I never gave much thought 
to what it meant

I just thought it was some coldblooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. 

But I saw some shit this morning 
made me think twice. 

See, now I'm thinkin' maybe it means... 

You're The Evil Man, and 
I'm The Righteous Man, 
and Mr. 9-millimeter here
he's The Shepherd, protecting 
my righteous ass in 
The Valley of Darkness. 

Or it could mean... 

You're The Righteous Man
and I'm The Shepherd, 
and it's The World that's 
Evil and Selfish.

Yeah, I'd like that. 
But that shit ain't The Truth

The Truth, is —
YOU’RE The Weak... 
and I'm The Tyranny, 
of Evil Men. 

But I'm tryin', Ringo. 

I'm tryin' real hard... 
To be The Shepherd. 


Go. 





It appears there are no end to the lies manufactured just for me.

-- Hercule Poirot