The whole of dreadful Adam's whole cannon.
Of work.
Summed up in the last three or four decades of aversion.
To common sense and real growing up.
I do think, even if I learned true pacifism.
Always.
I mean that moment last early summer you could not make up.
He was a gift.
T'was as if all along he had been that holstered loaded gun.
And just because his girlfriend was treated like an equal.
Talk about a gifting test.
No reaction.
Not worth it.
No, that would be disingenuous to me.
Above it.
Mere angst.
And so to that smallest quest.
To find a parable, one day.
That is better than the fine allegory of his.
Black Swan.
