My parents were forgiving and merciful, and I was too. Mutual intolerance existed.
I meant to mature to adulthood under the rule that the brain doesn’t reach maturity until 23 years.
Life and death interruptions weighed on me heavily.
My Mom’s death, my brother’s wedding, and my father’s wedding were an opportunity for deconstructionist destruction of family, post-modern opportunity for perversion and claimed victory against my worth, lies upon lies in Straussian pursuit to falsify my identity, and post-Straussian attempts at confirming incompetence of my stolid movement and moral fortitude along the lines of Hobbesian greatness–a counterweight to all our vices (including my own) and flawed business dealings we encounter.
Honesty and the good, do exist–but not without whitewash.
Abraham Boulder
The Realism and Hope Foundation 