The Crown I. Kether-The Crown Overhead signs, a reference signifying the divine beyond intellect. Mind is a name clear-cutting the majesty of your mama to an understanding of her height as a description of the base. Names fuel the downtrodden to adapt to a survival of being carved in bark, a bewhittling magnitude with a depth of no bite.
Civilization instructs the head by numbing the neck.
We look forward stiffly to an analysis of information, until our rapid eye movements no longer twitch our necks to instinctively toss the body into positions of a waking dream, but stares disembodied at the screen before us. Back pains and headaches proliferate in a neckless society, jewelry hangs in exchange for a dull ache. The neck, the forgotten neck, contains the only key to the soul. The amulet attempts to replace names with their possession, the incantatory becomes demonic. Jewelry perverts a people to stereotype, and makes Jewery a scapegoat for their idols.