here, in my relentless attack on common sense, age-old wisdoms, and political correctness (I reserve the right to attack more than three axioms or philosophies at any time, however accept the prudence of the tertiary limit for the sake of brevity and current human mental capacity {mostly determined by attention span} at this moment in the time-space continuum), I do not make any conscious attempt to be an enigma.

It just happens.

(with a little help from my friends... typos... and well-intended plagerism)

Possibly the author, as spoken of by candora and anonanonanon or their almost imaginary girlfriend layla, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and a better way. (did you ever wonder why it is a battle and if it really is never-ending?).

But whatever the reason, if the premise is correct, the answer, my friends, is blowing each other.

Be Faklempt.

Blow amongst yourselves.