All that he knew about his father he had deduced/made up/would be a more honest way of describing it/none was true and all had happened including the memories created before he had been conceived/he could not separate himself from his father any more than his father could separate from his mother // yet she had always been willing to let him go // there were forces that were pulling to a center that disappeared unto a place where he was determined to reach/the rope was tight and he could fall either up or down/and no matter // he would be the same/with the same questions/the same goals/the same vulnerabilities // he was crying uncontrollably and wiping his tears with his shirt-sleeve // his head was spinning a couple of revolutions behind his thoughts // and every thing was happening too fast for the slow/he once again felt as thought he was an anomaly/he had not yet realized that he was the first interpreter
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