Some thoughts occur here while one is taking a reflective timeout from an executive session, wherein the pertinent issue is qualifications for admission to the Illinois Bar. This hallway connotes a style of dignified majesty into which a motley fellow like Pontifex Maximus, prince of the World Church of the Creator, would rush with comforting anticipation. Then one sees a small sign. But the door is locked. No admission yet.
Every walk of life has such expectations and denials.
The bag of tools comes with a book of rules. It's not a trick question. No tricky answers, please.