perhaps some of the things we continually choose to actively demonstrate in our everyday existences are benign and superfluous, completely irrelivant in, within the realm of the greater, external being, or perhaps we accept simply, or are coerced into accepting general conceptions, previously molded realities that confer the beliefs of those with something to lose, namely the power to infuence many many more than those in their immediate surroundings. It would be in the interests of these individuals or collections of 'mitigators' to reinforce the standpoint that most reflects their ideals, their forms, their beliefs on how-things-wirk; further, if there were a method of instilling complacency into those who are subject to this influence, or further, creating artificial dramas and emotion states, shame and anxiety, reflective of the beliefs of those up there, in order to further deter question or any form of cognizance aside from the most intuitive, basic patterns of derision, the act of forward motion in the rigorously structured and regimentally enforced reality, so readily accepted by the audience, who, paradoxically, appear to be the players participating in the subversive game of marrow, blood, prim fitted skirts and flannel shirts, that so many individuals strive relentlessly to appease, with a smile. Group mind, it's appealing, even when, especially when the derision of another is at question. Throwing hands in the air and screaming often results even in much deliberate conscious thought, which carries over into the realm of dissembling the inherent structute the system presses, drucks-kraeftig, into the palms of the subjects, the herd, the flock. Wouldn't you?