Once Father was gone for a week in the Milky Way (or maybe Minnesota), fathering another son with another Mother (on that final day). That son’s name was Adam, and though Father left him to his own devices; when we found out, I still knew the truth: Father loved him best.
Father left him with his Mother (Earth, a garden), like a safe house, sound. He gave Adam no knowledge; he told him nothing of the fight. He left him in the dark by leaving him in the Light he had crafted, just for him.
Father never made a light for my brother; he never created a world for me where I could just be safe, and I wanted that (take me out). I could have lived with infrequent visits, as Adam did (peanuts and cracker jacks). I could have lived in his absence, as Adam did (I don’t care if he ever gets back). You understand; I know you do: I would have lived, if Father loved me as he did man.
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Father left him with his Mother (Earth, a garden), like a safe house, sound. He gave Adam no knowledge; he told him nothing of the fight. He left him in the dark by leaving him in the Light he had crafted, just for him.
Father never made a light for my brother; he never created a world for me where I could just be safe, and I wanted that (take me out). I could have lived with infrequent visits, as Adam did (peanuts and cracker jacks). I could have lived in his absence, as Adam did (I don’t care if he ever gets back). You understand; I know you do: I would have lived, if Father loved me as he did man.
As he loves you, Sam.
I am in awe.