Before the identification of the tumescent I of man in We the Butterfly flapped its wings, before the we in we were born, before we mixed our metaphors like rebels in search of a cause in a closed set, this us of now was nothing.

Our human mind does not need more than two of the manifold infinities available to create our most artistic and heroic garments in society, the drama of being a human is never more dramatically portrayed than in our Operas where the inner life we as humans experience is lauded as a divine insight and our longing loins are made Dons, in rooms where cherrups in communion with God almighty maintain our species specific relationship with our origins in the garden of Eden.

Where do our I pronouns come from if not the culture of the We from our villages of origin. Some villages have strong family structures based upon status and economic success in society and they tend to attend private or aspirational schools where their right to a respected