We return to the beginning, after centuries of absence; as if we never left in the first place. When did it start?
Was it in the primordial soup, stirring the pot?
Or better yet, who’s the chef in charge of this dish?
Spill the tea.
Clean it up.
So it goes.
From here, we move beyond the tables and chairs out to the yard, where the rules are chock full of caveats.
‘Yes but…’ – What?
You already know; it’s the principle of the thing. The game never altered, faltered or changed ~ ‘Twas but a dauntless task to carry on.
As it was, so it is, as it always has been.
You are the architect in the social construct
What are you building?