 and all of the kindred ambivalent
"sanguinity" bled through just a bit into
bloody irony, but I simply wish that we
could see through it all -- I tried to
give the Inquistive my scope on the
objects of our earnest attention,
but none are so blinkered by the
orbs of their vision as those
who tremble before imaginary
daimons, the ones that they
imagine inhabit the scopes,
never seeing 'tis the eyes
that habit what they see.

But let me try to focus on what you say now:

&gt; MW:  Yes, there is a pattern in t