After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.
When the staff called residents demeaning names like “Sweetie” or “Dearie” or spoke to them in the singsong language of baby talk, the residents were twice as likely to be uncooperative as when they were spoken to in a normal adult tone.
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