The fucking, excruciatingly unbearable sadness of being is …..just.. held at bay by the incorruptible light in a little boy’s eye.
And I fear, to the core of my soul, a quaking, jittery fear…that when that light is tainted, impinged upon by the horrors of reality; that sadness will break open.
It will flood this world with a despair so deep an inexorable that man will tremble in the face of his vain and wasteful history, sink to his knees and weep.
It is his legacy, a sham passed on from generation to generation, each year growing a bit harder to cover the flaking cosmetics, the jury-rigged buttress, the fractured casing, the rotting facade that is the most precious thing he owns.He knows that the slightly tarnished jewel he inherited from his Father and Grandfather, now shows cracks, rust, decay..and he bestows this “gift” to his progeny.
Hoping they do not look too closely: at the world, at what he has done, at what he has not done.
And this little boy, playing in the light of love, standing in the shelter of his Father’s arms, carries Daddy’s hopes…un-knowing.
This is for the best..

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