It’s one thing to read stuff like this, let it rattle round your cranium… and move on once the semantic echoes fade. But words like these are composed and presented in this way to enter your soul and be retained there. You just need to have the frame of reference to get them in there and make them stick. That usually comes hard, through trials and tribulations.
The one I like goes “If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t…it never was…” You’d see that on those stupid motivational posters that they used to put up. You can read the words but never appreciate their import unless you actually let that thing you love go… and it never comes back.
Keep your sidearms holstered, BCE. If you can, tell the father in you to shut up. Let it go, and see what comes back. There’s little else a man can do with these things in these foul times.
Next time Lefty scolds you and tells you, “That’s not who we are…” take a long hard look at him. See him for what he is, and note what he thinks he is. There will be enough blood, sorrow and tears for everyone soon enough; stuff like this can’t go on.