Naw. Most of us enjoy energetic discourse. You think we’d enjoy pontificating to our mirrors or the choir?
It’s more fun to keep those deeply entrenched in deep and hyper-narrow channels of thought and fantasies about reality, around.
Somewhat akin to watching critters in a maze in a psych lab.
Trouble is, this maze is of THEIR OWN creation.
However, for those determined to try and remake FR in their own exclusisionist image . . . where their construction on reality is the only one tolerated remotely charitably and with full privileges . . . perhaps a more comfortable venue would be better for their blood pressure.
When the kitchen one has made begins to get too hot because, horror of horrors, it’s used for C O O K I N G . . . maybe it is time to take to the pool, instead.
Besides, if a thin-skin really is a part of the Vatican prescribed uniform of the day—as so often seems to be the case . . . wouldn’t Prottys be heretical to try and prevent RC’s from running screaming from the kitchen?
I have a “no-gibberish” rule. Sorry.
***You think we’d enjoy pontificating to our mirrors or the choir?***
Why not? Creating one’s own god whilst gazing lovely at one’s visage in the mirror might get boring after a while.