Well, does how I sound to you as you morph it into insults and change the subject, have any meaning for me?
I am curious as to what you think your vicious photons are suppose to be doing to me.
Am I suppose to feel something? Like you forced me to feel something? Like that? A sort of insult barrage that really
stings me emotionally?
Or is it more about you? Sort of a high horse to make provide you a thrill? A gottcha? Is that it? You won? Is it more, I lost?
When you spin it beyond all recognition and insert your own sophist arguments, is it purposeful or is your own mind cloud confusing you?
These are the things I wonder about. It will help me in my influence effort if you will take the time to answer this simple questionnaire as fully and completely as possible. I really am trying to understand and this will really help.
But, fear. No. Fear was banished long ago, my son. I've almost died several times now. I have been to pee in the pants of fear and still was functional. I've had the sudden intrusions, where fear has to melt for the need of guile.
I know the reality of the Litany of the Bene Gessret. Do you? Really. Been in the shit, yourself?
