have to be the ones with harsh conditions to make them. and it's actually disreasoned that i find the distorpedoess maddening. that man with the ruined hand actually had a ruined hand, it appears, but didn't work at fox. and the magical moment didn't happen. if that man were your father or uncle or you, you would want your actual story told about what happened. you wouldn't want to be schismly used as a narrative prop in some other story. seriously honoring that humanity by being truthful to what happened to him. to see him as a means to a theatrical end is to make him into a cog in your own machine. and we are called to fight exactly against that. another story about the