When Yahweh, the ur-Daddy of us all, informed King James that he (YHWH) would be "visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation", was that moral pre-Lamarckism or acknowledgment of divinely infernal punishments, such as STDs, goiters, and male-pattern baldness?
Another Father's Day and I find myself to be not only a son, father, but a grandfather as well: Father, son, and wholly geezer! Although the end of this tricyclic ride is approaching, I do not fear the inevitable abyss, but a sort of continual effulgence at being able to participate in these facets of existence. My son, my executioner
I take you in my arms
Quiet and small and just astir
and whom my body warms
Sweet death, small son,
our instrument of immortality,
your cries and hunger document
our bodily decay.
We twenty two and twenty five,
who seemed to live forever,
observe enduring life in you
and start to die together.
I take you in my arms
Quiet and small and just astir
and whom my body warms
Sweet death, small son,
our instrument of immortality,
your cries and hunger document
our bodily decay.
We twenty two and twenty five,
who seemed to live forever,
observe enduring life in you
and start to die together.
-- Donald Hall
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