I call it come-to-Proserpina or come-to-Ma'at because it's a process of thinking of what those ladies would say of me, were I called to stand before them now. How do my actions represent me? What do they say that my tongue might not? If my heart were to be weighed against Ma'at's feather, how would it balance?
I was initially going to start this series with one of my favorite rhetorical figures, like chiasmus or anthimeria. I'm putting those on the backburner, though, to address something that's become politically significant: figures of omission.