Misplacing things is part of the human condition. So much so that Common Law distinguishes between lost, mislaid, and abandoned property. It doesn't feel that long ago when I could recount who said what at an important meeting. Now I have habits to ensure that things are where they're "supposed to be". Missteps lead to searches and shame. " Why'd you leave the keys upon the table , Gordon?" In today's Dreadnik's video , Byron Fenris , looking stylish, is contemplative, as if considering where something has gone. What is it? He has his keys and his phone (or sunglasses, perhaps). In the back, is that a fanny pack? A large wallet? A Sig Sauer? In any case, something one does not want to lose! No, it's his Nation. His mental model of what it was doesn't match what he's observing. In the image, chaos, fire, and smoke surrounds him. If he could just figure out where he left the totem attached to the Platonic ideal of his Nation,...