That isn't true, it isn't true that I need to put this down. What *would* Fritz say about this, if I was in the hot seat? The intellect is the whore of intelligence, he would remind me. Analysis is useless, and a journey into what if is a distraction from the now and the *how* of it. What's at the bottom of this dream, so to speak? What's the point? The cross. That's the "it," along with the building and the crowd and the elevator and the stairwells and the shiv and the nsBG. But the whole dream led me to that cross. If I am the cross, and this is indeed my Dream of the Rood, what is it to be that cross
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