Memos sent.

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One seems to have been received, decoded, and... for the moment... sorted.


I suspect there will remain ongoing difficulties.  But heard I was.  ~  Sophomoric?  Perhaps.  But simple, of their design, from their system, new, available without seeking, and poignant.

There remains another yet to be... managed.

Remember, there is only one.  Whether you or I, should either of us claim such, is in it is the only possible debate contention.  Troubles in any case.  Not with me, with the Divine.  I simply... see.  Warn.

Oh, well, there are other memos, those recipients can't hear.  Since Abraham Lincoln had to shut down nearly half the papers in D.C., because of traitorous acts, to what Mark Twain wrote about them, to as far back as definitely Roman but possibly Greek times, statesmen, writers, and historians have often hated the news... when it isn't half false it is all false or traitorous, or worse.  They can understand memos, as workers of The Mystery Babylon.  But won't, and mother never listens.  Not to some of us... stuck in the day, if a long one.