Now that this thread has been wholesomely regenerated and neutralized through banter on personal art histories and exotic animal cuisine (thanks, Satira), I've been hesitant to broach this subject. But because it does not warrant a new thread, especially since my observation is immediately (though obliquely) pertinent to the original post, I proceed.
In Daztopia, an Orwellian protocol is practiced that can be summed up with the phrase, "Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia." Of course, this protocol cannot be addressed within Daz forums because "it does not exist." The recurring example is that of a product's or vendor's removal from the store without announcement, official or otherwise. Then all references (or references to references) to the event (non-event?) are repeatedly and systematically removed without the usual email notification, (for how can you notify someone that you have removed a post which they never posted)? The threads are not merely locked: They are expurgated. Not merely "page not found," but "page does not exist."
This obliteration of history is something that would make the Ministry of Truth proud, but it is so surreal that, like Winston Smith, one might begin to wonder if one imagined it all. Unfortunately, it seems that this policy that is not a policy is not exclusive to Daz; rather, it has become near commonplace in the erstwhile land of free speech.
I'm not trying to start a convention of nattering nabobs of negativitism or even re-rail a thread that has been so exquisitely and expertly derailed. It's just that, not being a Poser owner, I used to seek terms with which to replace "Poserverse," such as "Dazland" or "Dazania." But when I finally settled on a suitable term, to my (only partially feigned) horror, I grokked that it spoke to the actualities much more breviloquently (as this post attests) than I could ever hope: Daztopia.
Yet, like those who have been awakened from the nightmare (called "reality" by those still under its thrall), I find that it is insufficient to seek coexistence with the world (or in this case, Daztopia) but that I must actively engage with it, seeing it for what it is without clogging my psychic arteries with condemnation, contempt or calumny. Those who rule this world shall ultimately be held accountable, but in the meantime I must live in it without being of it or judging it. With the clarity that comes through dispassion, I can see the scared children playing their games and trying to gain and guard the whole loaf because they imagine that they are illegitimate or orphaned and have no other option. I can intently ask and hold the hope that they shall grow weary of their slumber. And I can create.