Clearly, this is not the appropriate format to discuss this at this time. But let us look at when that might be something we could do. I once sat across from a lawyer who stared at his paper and pen. He noticed that the lines were not quite right and began to adjust them to fit his mind. The longer he tried to understand what he was doing, the more he kept looking for a clue. There was no clue. There was no gesture of good faith in this contract between him and his insightful mind. Crumbling under the pressure of his self-proclaimed proclamation, he indeed would be resigned to the fact that thoughts are not facts and that facts cannot be changed in any reality that one would attempt to alter the fact that a fact is a fact. Clearly, he was in his element. The element of discovery wrestled him to the ground. Then, when he attempted to discover the power of the pen and the formation of the proper line, He became confused and overwhelmed by the mere tone of his voice. He vowed to all who could hear him in that moment of time that there was more to this than met the eye. That is when he swore he would never ever enter this room again without the advice of an attorney.
