In such a Volatile time of Civil Unrest, when the Structures and the Pillars of Foundation are Challenged to their very Principled and Moral Core, As every Faith is Re-Examined by its' Definition of Truth, Whereupon the Future Medium, comes to a Point and a Standstill in Time, as the Repetition Repeated, Results in a Dire Profundity of Realism tied up with Surrealist Circumstances, as the Questions Posed are no longer relative to the Answers provided, whereupon the Symptomatic Schizophrenia of this World, in which and whereby we Proclaim, we did not Create, and yet we so easily Accept this as the Norm, where each and every Victim of Perpetration, is now seeking out their Vindication, in Realizing and Awakening to the Fact, that neither We nor I made it to be so, and yet how can this be the Way and the Nature of the World, Or has it always Sub-Consciously been this way, whereby my only Anecdotal Response and Reply, has to be, The White Book.