Yesterday I tried to pinpoint what has been vexing my soul and depressing me. Obviously it's the conglomerate evil of eon three, but I'm seeking a more immediate cause. I thought it was parasites, but I was wrong. Now I realize it has been the Lincoln conspirators all along. Them, and their world of mud, and the photographs that captured them in 1865, combined with the murder of a president, the crucifixion of a Son of God, and the fact that people tend to build tennis courts on top of the dirtiest, direst, and sickest situations of the human race.