The impression given off by all this meandering through the 18 years of Jill & Will is inconsequential. It laughs at reason and conventional understanding of the magnitude these two have built using only the diehard devotion each has for the other. Millions have tasted this same altered states of dependency claimed by our champions of love-discovered so any attempt to infer uniqueness here is futile. Rather put yourself in the mindset of Don Draper exalting in Joan's rack on then you may be in a position to begin the understanding that Will & Jill are orphans in the ecclesiastical confines of sacred adoration. That shit in Deuteronomy exculpates the consecrated about all things divine. They are here, they are real and the path to this place is littered with fecund elasticity towards offspring. It can be understood - I get it. Don't walk away from the responsibility for despoiling where your splooge lands. It requires no Step 9 undertaking - just a wink when the clearing house questions if there's any regrets. I got rhythm.