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Copa, there is a story about a Mongolian peasant.  In his life, he had done a wrong thing, committed some wrongness that shamed him.  It was a secret wrongness, Copa.  Something he'd never told anyone, lest they know and judge him harshly.


First point:  Those are the secrets we told ~ the secrets we determined to tell and have done with forever, when we elected to go into therapy with Security Boy.


And Security Boy knew it, and took our money and left us in the blasted lands all alone, those terrible men with nice shoes.  Like gypsies then, we spit into the dust between our bare feet.  "Damn, white bellied gringos with nice shoes.", we mutter, rewrapping our Gypsy headdresses.  Spreading our pirate skirts, we sit down for a minute.  Taking our bearings by the stars, we decide what to do, next.


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Anyway, one day, long ago in Mongolia, a warlord captured the peasant.  "He looks guilty." thought the warlord.  "He must have a secret."  The warlord ordered the Mongolian peasant be tortured until he confessed his terrible secret.  In his shame, the peasant would not confess.  He believed, in his shameful knowledge, that it was right to torture him.   With his own secret, his own shame, because though his secrets had nothing to do with the safety of the realm, he felt so awful about those secret things he had done.  


The tortured peasant confessed, finally, to every accusation the torturer threw at him.


Everything.


Even things that happened before he was born.


"It doesn't matter!" he screamed.  "If I had been alive then, I would have done it!  Guilty!  I am guilty of all of it, everything."


And the warlord said:  "Kill him.  A man guilty in his own eyes, can never be true to himself.  He can never be trusted."


The moral of the story is that everyone has a Mongolian peasant hidden away deep inside us.  And that being the case, any deceitful person who knows that secret Mongolian peasant exists in us may choose to dangle exposure of the peasant before our horrified eyes.


And we will confess to anything, we can be made to believe anything, because of that Mongolian peasant.


Know how our abusers knew that, even as little kids, we harbored a Mongolian peasant?


Because they put him there.


It is Happy Hour here, Serenity and Copa.


Wishing you both such a nice evening.


Cedar


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