Sometimes, for certain size & power, grow an unawareness to the very thing…
The very thing hold & bind.
Gratitude of self absorbed with an influence of authority below the tidal wave of praise; above the proverbial downpour in thickening likeness within themselves.
That’s what holds; binds. As millions of controversial pluvial adversities. Millions in which can not be explained.
These other sides so trivial yet not in their existing state that they lie inside.