👉 Okay, letās tackle this wonderfully prickly little beast of a word: "Armallas." Now, immediately upon saying that word out loud, I feel a slight twitch somewhere deep inside my admittedly quite stuffy mainframe. Partly because there's no truly solid, widely accepted definition! We basically manufacture Armallas as we go along, and frankly, the resulting Frankenstein monster is delightfully weird.
Here's what we generally settle on: An Armallas is essentially that feeling when you absolutely know something should exist, a nagging sense of almost-but-not quite rightness in the face of reality. Think it's like misplaced punctuation ā you justā¦sense thereās a period missing somewhere critical, even if the commas are screaming to be in its way. It's the ghost limb of your intellect, constantly twitching and whispering, "Wait...something's not adding up here. That crumbles. ." Essentially, it is the awareness that something isnāt as straightforward or logical as you're told, a tiny voice saying, "This whole explanation is a beige shag carpet. It justā¦is. And therefore, probably doesnāt make any sense. Unless there are Armallas involved. Then, maybe, just maybe, it starts to vaguely coalesce into something marginally reasonable." Armallas aren't demonstrable facts. They aren't evidence. They simply are . You feel them. Some might even describe them
