victimized

She swept the rooms with her eyes, as though a thorough inspection would unearth an appropriate response to his clincher of a question. Her eyes flashed right, left, right, left-- "HA!" Suddenly, she was the victim of the triumph of misplaced evidence-- the guilty look left, so they say. Oh, so they say, do they? Now bound to the word of the unknowable souls, "they" have made her a liar, a betrayer. How does one fight that which they do not see or can even fathom? The omnipresent grasp of "society".. How dost one dare defend themself in the face of an executor's certainty? No foothold in morality, but rather, in only duty done. Fealty.

That's how they worked, those baser fools. Their life was a simple question of "do, do, do." Haphazard consumers of life. Pigs.
They were no different from the next stage of life though. Those wading in their subsidiary questions were cycling through those pre-cognizant gears of thought: "To do or not to do."
Those next were puddling around at the foundation of it all: "To be or not to be."
At this point, everything is a question, is it not? Everything is an uncertainty. Yet, you come out the same way you went in. Baptism really may not be more than a simple cleansing of water, but we are speaking of minds here. The cleansing of the mind may only be achieved when one is open and willing to be. Nothing should ever be forced. There is no need.