The impossibility of truth. 25th October. 2021.

As if I've stepped into in a spider's web. I dare not move... That which creates dizzying flights, Desiring the moon... Will bring instead my Destruction. As a fox. I run! The hounds see movement. A flash of red. On fallen leaves, Darkens their teeth and matted fur The awfulness of the last session. Frozen, and torn. Gives The death-blow to Truth. He asks me - 'Two weeks ago. What happened? Me -"My first thought is - is this a good idea going back to what happened? He is puzzled Me -"Why wouldn't it be a good idea - so the aim of this is what?" He says then we would find out what happened. I really, really do not think that this is a good idea! But he is going to do it! He begins to tell me why things were problematic for me! Me -"I need to stop you there. Things were not problematic for me, they were problematic for you. This is a problem for you. Because I was in a situation that didn't make any sense to me. Suddenly I was in a situation...