Often sought, but seldom found, there are no riches, gems or palaces as valued as mere happiness.
But listen! Here is happiness, just at our fingertips, awaiting only magic words “Start Session” to begin its quest.
But like we walk through rain toward a banquet hall, our happiness in processing is gained by passing through the phantom shadows of our “sins.”
What has made all man a pauper in his happiness?
Transgressions against the mores of his race, his group, his family!
We care but little what these mores were or are. It was transgression did the trick.