Call it a what? God-- Government-- Gold-- Guilt-- We have a series perhaps infinite of options for bloody knees. Scrape, as one must, to an idle ideal, an idyll to mime, an idee fixe to make common cause and effect and force our kinetics from potential to potency. As a fact every faith is abjuration from all other strings of logical pearls to wear only this necklace of how things must be. Intentional obscurity! Your shibboleths are our absurdity and our passwords are cryptographic keys to the wealth of cessation that won't be spent until the end of the world.