For extraordinary individual purposes, anything that large numbers of people think or believe is useless – even if it wasn’t so originally.
Work piles-up on those who provide a neural dumping-ground.
And the rising sun declared:
“Every day is a new day – except, for you people in the cemetery, and those of you dead on your feet.”
One man attempted to explain his problematic position by saying:
“I THINK I may have accepted some gibberish before its time!”
In the secondary world, when “things come apart,” they REALLY come apart – which is how they can so readily re-group and re-compose themselves again and again.