(Namespace: headspace)

The auditorium is a place of learning, knowledge, camraderie, and judgment.

Here lectures and occasional hands-on workshops convene to reinforce, examine, and/or perturb implicit understandings we have internalized about the world outside. Here we come together to share in our solemn communal bond as headmates and discuss how our system should operate. Here, on occasion, rudimentary internalizations of those who we feel have wronged us, but whom we haven't deemed deserving of hell, must stand trial, and help us reevaluate our impression of them to try to understand their point of view, their reasons, and how we might reconcile.

And it is here where we stand trial. For internal harm we've inflicted amongst ourselves. And for our gravest vices: externalized harm we've inflicted upon others.

I, the host/facade as a whole, have stood trial here on at least two occasions, for at least two separate offenses: once for my self-abusive behavior toward the rest of Abyss, and once for the ways I hurt other children and pets when I myself was a child. (Let me make myself perfectly clear: I have never and would never hurt a child or pet in any way as an adult. I have been responsible for a small handful of truly unforgivable deeds which could be tried as serious crimes if I had been an adult at the time, but all of them I committed at age ten or earlier. The guilt has weighed heavy on my heart for all these years and has in and of itself taught me my lesson.) I've probably also stood trial here many times pre-syscovery for various other wrongdoings in my life.

Dad was once released from hell to restate his case here because we interpreted the "none of it was real" nightmare as new evidence in his favor. However, even after reviewing this evidence, we were unable to exonerate him in light of the still relatively overwhelming wealth of preexisting evidence against him.