None of you get the deeper meaning here. It's not unlike an onion, with layers of meaning, and as you get deeper you start to perceive the illusion - not unlike a "Magic-Eye" photographs of the late 1990s - of a less viable gestalt as the tears welling up, a metaphor for suppressed childhood trauma, compel you to go still deeper. One must get through so many "layers" (elements of a stack) of, particularly, shit (in life), but you also get "fuck"-ed over by various "layers" of bureaucracy and institutionalism, compounded by quasi-megalomaniacal authoritarian qualities inherent in post-modern examples. The fact that you get a Fuck-Shit stack, primarily through layering, and that putting another stack of Fuck-Shit "on top of itself" essentially creates a taller stack of stacks, leaving the user to doubly-dereference every instance of retrogression for him-(or her) self.
None of you get the deeper meaning here. It's not unlike an onion, with layers of meaning, and as you get deeper you start to perceive the illusion - not unlike a "Magic-Eye" photographs of the late 1990s - of a less viable gestalt as the tears welling up, a metaphor for suppressed childhood trauma, compel you to go still deeper. One must get through so many "layers" (elements of a stack) of, particularly, shit (in life), but you also get "fuck"-ed over by various "layers" of bureaucracy and institutionalism, compounded by quasi-megalomaniacal authoritarian qualities inherent in post-modern examples. The fact that you get a Fuck-Shit stack, primarily through layering, and that putting another stack of Fuck-Shit "on top of itself" essentially creates a taller stack of stacks, leaving the user to doubly-dereference every instance of retrogression for him-(or her) self.