Being accustomed to any form or thing that, while composed out of many different components, appears to be one, upon seeing it deprived alone of those former aspects, or more, it is futile not noticing the absence it left there. When compared, the one without its components will seem much more striking, and it'll captivate more than the one left intact, that is, if the observers had any knowledge of what was that one like before some departure left a gap. Likea troubled believer, alternating between giving yes or no to God, thus alternating between life with meaning and life without, this way of viewing composed things as either complete, or as so lacking in completeness that its own completeness can't be perceived without first getting what it lacks, sways us back and forth and suits our eyes to perceived incompleteness so that there isn't even a word to describe it. Incompleteness is only so because of whatwas deemed as 'complete' before it. So, while composed things that lack are not permitted, composed things that add are, and become standards for new things to come, by imposing themselves as the new parameters of completeness. It is not even easy to classify things as such, since, barring straight ugrades, components of the older things, now deemed obsolete, will have been ignored in favor of components of the new standard. Thus, by definition, this new, supposed paragon of completeness would itself be incomplete, since it lacks what the complete opuses before him had. However, this is easily bypassable; by convincing consumers of the new complete things and the makers of such things that yur opus is actually more complete than what was before it. This is the tactic deployed, incompleteness becomes the new completeness. Since this project has been going for a long while, the old completenesses dethroned by new ones are themselves incompletes of incompletes of incompletes, and etc. True completeness lays buried, the foundation of a mountain of its subsequently more entropic perversions. Offshoots of it still show up; and it is still there, since, being the foundation, its absence would cause the whole structure to collapse. But these offshoots are quickly pruned, when inconvenient, or perverted and amalgamated into a shaky form that risks collapsing on itself. Binding truthful particles that make the house of lies stay afoot. This only happens because, as said before, incompletes -- the new-completes of today -- are given more attention than completes of truth, but the sense of lacking is still there. Quite brilliantly, if it weren't perverted, this empty space, brilliantly noted by the soul, is filled in with more perverted completes, that aim to lead away from as far from the foundation as it is possible. To not fall victim: It is hard, very hard, nigh impossible. Beware of new completenesses; keep an eye out for offshoots, cultivate them tenderly and do not let them get trampled, either by you or outside perceptions. The mountain may not be toppled for you to see but you can be freed from its grasp. Keep an eye out. If it does fall for you, it'll either be because the mountain won, and the foundation was successfully erased; this is the worst outcome, and a new mountain will promptly be raised, a thousand times worse than the mountain before. If it happend to you, you're doomed. The good alternative: It collapses under its own weight, thus leaving the foundation bare, shining for all to see. If you live to see it, do all in your power, and outside of it, to seize this once in a lifetime chance, and edify whatever you can using it. Help build what the truth was meant to have, and don't pervert it anymore.