ABSTRACT
A client growing up in the second half of the 20th century laments how the world seems to be ordered is confounded by possession of secret knowledge. He knows things could be different, that acts of injustice militate against what should or shouldn’t be. Such deep down Protest will be a precarious foothold through much of life. Later, the client dares to believe it. The Protest is a capacity for this daring belief. Then came the day when April sun was bursting out all over. It felt like an entitlement suddenly received, as if a will had been opened and gracious discovery made. “I am valuable,” proclaimed a client. “I am now no longer just useful!” “I AM VALUABLE!” 1
