So I am almost tempted to believe in some sort of univeralism of desire and intent.
People want the same things? Albeit in variedly and infinitely loopy guises?
Love, validation, control, kindness...all of these, most always external.
"You shall tell me how right I am" and "You shall make me chicken soup" and "You shall tell me that my life is destined to be beautiful, bountiful and bereft of bereavement"....
And these random caps we fit on unsuspecting souls who are in turn flipping caps over their hopefuls and so on and so forth.
Gryffindor we say, Slytherin they insist.
All this sleight of hand, whew...
I need coffee.