Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not
There’s only one who intervenes, on demand, and decides for us. And then they leave until next conjured. This someone, who everybody trusts and whose decisions are strictly followed, then judges problems we can’t come to agreement on.