Not psyop phoniness. Real social emotional disruption, peaceful, wistful, sad, but real. Masks drop, we share in emotional disturbance as we integrate the reality of the nature of many we've trusted and venerated. We'll learn that we needed to stand up for ourselves but in large part didn't, while surprising ourselves with our capacity to forgive those who seek true redemption, and healing ourselves with their lessons honestly shared. My generation will watch as its sons and daughters rocket past in all spectrums, unbound, unhindered, and free - it will be known as the last crisis, the last, ironically, because of global digital access and awareness. Now, though, with privacy rights guaranteed by design. Maybe