I just got this.
You are correct.
In our heads, we did this; we saw ourselves as they taught us to see.
This was great imagery, Copa.
This accounts for the sense of secrecy and fraud and guilt. Not that they may learn what we are thinking but that Witch Mother within will learn we are thinking, at all.
Yes. That is the feeling of my mother, alright.
The drawled, contemptuous, hate filled "Just don't think, Cedar."
The challenging "Don't you dare."
Like a criminal politician, like a drug lord, very powerful in his time; all powerful, which our mothers were.
And look, just look, what they chose to do with that. Create sycophants out of their children, because no adult in the real world would give them the time of day unless they covered who they were, what they wanted; unless they covered and prettied that grandiose imagery of self that was their only reality.
Cedar