One person short of a genocide, the films director scans the crowd for another extra to rush through make up. A dead panned expression auditions for the part while your right arm is a frantic flag. Can a victim be a victim if the character itself is something they have cultivated for themselves, the part they pursued so aggressively (waving their inflated vitae and a variety of head shots under the nose of every agent and every sailor they encountered for three solid years), the role they were born to play?
Then, a maternal monster with flashing eyes and flaming tits hisses at me, "Nobody chooses to be a victim!" She thinks I am a simpleton (and a racist, or a sexist, or simply null of all empathy beneath my calloused soul), but I am not suggesting superiority. I am not here to resolve disputes like Solomon or Judge Judy.
I align with the existence of both "extremes", but I don't buy the dichotomy that the see-saw might suggest. It is not only the two weights that define the fulcrum's movement. The weights, yes, but also the angle of the board, the lubricants, and the playfulness of the rider Just as two children in a playground's trajectory will fill the air with laughter, justice--open to the idea that the interplay of social constructions complicates the comfort of a free-standing "truth"--hears the giggle and the scream with equality.
Rejecting a facile dualism and respecting nuance and contradiction, we elevate the world. We allow for the simultaneous existence of both entrapment and liberty. And, not a judge ourselves we take no side of the law. We have no agenda. Thus, inside the mire of the client's messy system of beliefs, they are able to find a way out, a personal salvation that is more meaningful, living in the legends of his or her individual map of the soul.
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