Trust the Cookie

Never move into an apartment that comes with a 'FREE' de-humidifier. When the water started to seep in I was told to plug it in. "It might help."
Trust is an institution.
Trust is an ideal.
Trust is an illusion.
Check the one you would like to believe.
I was recently doing a little research on Mandalas, and discovered the notion that if you put your trust in yourself and draw a little circle you will be entertained with what could be called an 'inner vision'. Carl Jung said, of Manadalas, "It is the exponent of all paths. It is the path to the centre, to individuation." I trust Carl Jung. In his autobiography he talks about the dreams he had as a child, filled with phalic symbols, dark caves and a healthy disrespect for his father. Me too!
The first one I drew looked like a cookie. I had a break for lunch and started in on my second one. It was a little more detailed. I'd show it to you but then I'd have no secrets left at all. It did look a bit like a bloated Lou Diamond Philips. I have no idea what to do with it.
What I'm really hoping to acheive with my Mandalas is a 'behind the scenes' expose into why I was so gullible when I took this apartment. If all goes well, they will allow my psyche to speak, indirectly, to these issues of trust and naivete. If not, I'll wallpaper my landlord's car with a lot of very pretty circles.