Helper Blah Cells

Like a prisoner. It's a cell, for certain. Every logical analysis yields concurrent results. There's a shelter. A place where they say the adults run and hide. They call it a home. But now one can't help but wondering if running there is just the same as a child with insecure attachments running to its maternal figure. There is no mother. Only something remotely maternal. It could be a wire mesh doll just as easily as a person.

As a person.

Certain obligations and requirements and do this/that blah/blah bullshit. And that, mein Freunde, is what it all boils down to. Right there at the bottom of the pan, next to the remaining pinch of salt, is Blah vs. Blah. Those are your choices, no exceptions, no debate. Get into groups of 6...wait 4, oh, I mean 6 again....Well....maybe 5 will just have to do....And discuss it for yourselves. And decide amongst yourselves which Blah you prefer. Which one you personally prefer, that is. But understand that your Blah will not be the one chosen.

Understand, that like a prisoner, you have rights, too. You can choose the company you keep (for the most part), the layout of your cell (to an extent), and how distraught you will allow yourself to become because of circumstances. This is another group activity. How many members are left now?

And that's not even the important issue.