Bold red, these archetypes, esoterically known amongst other names as archons, are standing up for their beliefs, or are the beliefs not theirs at all? Perhaps we project our beliefs as a matching matrix to fit in idols and personal preferences. What is this need for identification with the seemingly external? Why do we need taste to guide us, especially if it for the most part is shaped by external factors. Are we just caught in an endless web of the human condition? Regardless, the black hole of existence we call life beckons us, genes long for immortality.