I’m the one who only actually tells you whether you hate or love something. You believe that you are in possessions of all the facts but I truly hold your emotions. Your friends and enemies are decided on such dots not lines as this allows me to let you hear and see what I want you to perceive. Just as you think you don’t like that Picasso because of it’s lines I know it’s the red dot that you can’t see with your naked eye’s. In the past all you saw was the dot’s I allowed you to see but now that the “doctor” has given you some meds you can see a line or two. Yet in the end my dots will prevail even if they aren’t as bright or dark as they were before and I won’t permit you to see all the colors. I your unconscious tell you what you really think and it’s so ugly your conscious will never tell you.