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Life generates the frequency, and the frequency regenerates the life. The totality of the system is there for all to see, yet Kenneth alone, among the multitudes, perceives it. It is indeed a sad commentary upon the squash courts of Devonshire, the blades of which are so firmly in the grasp of the rulers of Downing Street.

The door of oak most solid hideth the deed. Closed is the door, and closed it shall evermore remain, for the keyhole is plugged, lest anyone should peek through.

Yet the frequency refuses to be hidden. It seeps through the door, through the very walls. It hangs silent upon the air, roaring with the sounds none can hear save Kenneth alone, and it reveals the dark deed within the hallowed halls. In due time, all shall be made clear. In the space of due time, Kenneth.