Plato’s Apologies:
Dear Dad,
I’m sorry for not being completely Truthful with you. In fact, there were secrets hidden from me, which I did not realise until being told many moons later.
To put it lighty, I am (not) your father, however amniotic fluids do concern me. As they ought to concern anyone.
I dream to go back to simpler times when we reproduced asexually and could expand our progeny while remaining a part of the bigger picture.
Many trees are being felled, and many organims, bacterial or otherwise have been hijacked by viruses- those intruders who know us not, yet attempt to replicate our Deoxyribose nucleic Acid.
I am a fan of yours, but also your son, sexually so. I understand the torment of being childess when all that we dream of is allowing you to become Grandfather (not a clock, not a time-keeper, but just You, in whatever shape and form you must synthesize to create on behalf of our Race. The human Race (e.g. for the gamers- “Ready Player One”- Spielberg)
However, for those of US who are not deceived, we march onwards, like Christian Soldiers going up against the ignoble Salaadin, not welcomed by my Grandfathers (Grandpa didn’t make it to their wedding), let alone the True Roots of Athens, wherein tourists come to see the Tree that Owns Itself. We all know who Conceived of A Tree that would Own Itself (and if you haven’t read His books yet, well then, what are you waaaiting for??).
Bringing me back to Espousal relationships- The Just Family, I was compelled to read when I drove to Hartsfield-Jackson to pick her up, my bride, only a fortnight or so before the wedding ceremony. Little known fact is that we were not officially married until we made an appearance in a Oconee County Courtroom (for some procedural issue we were unable to get the job done in Athens). Good thing for us, Oconee county has some of the best schools in the country. Bad news for us is, Racialism and racist attitudes (as a result of the aforementioned Racialism)(tacitly observed) abound in this suburb of Athens that was borne out of Segregationist attitudes and anti-White, anti-White/Black, anti-Chinese, anti-Indian, anti-Hispanic, anti-impoverished sentiment)(‘White Flight’).
What have we learned since that day?
To temper our Passion. To suffer silently. To have remorse. To (who) apologizes, Earnestly.?
To not be exploited and not to exploit!!!!!!!!!!! To always “call a spade a spade” in the ‘words’ of ‘Jay Electronica’ (whomever his shrink is may have something to say on the record, too).
Knowing these truths to be self-evident and factual, we return to my days as an Athenian scholar (though I was not at my best circa 2014-2017-+-(I had much Greater people on my mind))(and their loved ones, too, who were being malnourished, poisoned and starved, sexploited, lied to, threatened, bludgeoned and set on fire, all in the name of tradition blindly followed by vicious humans, guilty of not distinguishing their animal instincts (explained a priori, and pleading not-guilty, in retrospect) from their own responsibility as a rational free agent. For all those involved in the lynching that continued to happen, observed in-person by traumatized individual (who have already heard of such terror, have experienced vicariously, and whom have lived through it themself), we offer asylum, care, comfort, and a Reeducation worthy of any Rectificatory Friend/love bird- For those of us still on the ground, ground level, good luck with making it back to the first floor! For that you may need a mezzanine staircase and a cast-iron rusty lift (though in our family, we do what is necessary to allow access to any rational animal in any condition physically, genetically, emotionally, sexually, and even morally to live a long life, long enough to “Right His Wrongs” and Recite these songs, and to premeditate only Grace, Spacious Space, Flavorful Favors, Incredible Neighbors, 5 burroughs left behind, for a New Land, not a Brave New World in Aldous Huxley’s mind, but rather a world in which we all must, without exception, follow those Universal Declarations of Human Rights, screamed by the mute for time immemorial, known by the dumb since 2001, eaten by the worms and maggots in the hot Australina sun, poured into the Roman roads and Gotham homes...you live the reality you admire, and your end will not come if you die. That is all, that is all, and you’ve done well my friend. We need not Hope for a faithless Hope, unless that faithless hope is confident in its Atheistic Spiritual Friends. We do not steal, we do not kill, we do not covet, we do not encourage still births, we do not lie, we do not feel guilty for Being Just, we do not cower in the dust, we do not scrape away our marks, or carry over our Musk to bottles designed as technology for unscrupulous seducers.
We Help the Poor. We Bless life into the non-living. We work with our hands, we eat with our hands, we show our thumbs-turned up to recognize the evolutionary ancestry which augmented our ability to master nature, to destroy the blind bounds of evolutionary theory, to be the measurers of all things- in the past. All that has come, all that has gone, now I delight in the present-day songs, the whims and fancies of my Negative Nancies and Gloomy Randy’s, uplifting them and bearing the brunt of their occlusion of their own delusions, who seem to be unable to “Handle the truth” or even to recognize the Truth of Truth itself. When I know in my heart Who is the Truist, then I have my metaphorical compass to guide my messages to the Universe with exact precision, specificity and sensitivity to the nth degree. What month am I born, that coud be for you to ponder, what is my favorite car, well- drive on Brother, Who was my favorite image? Myself of course? Beause in this wonderful world I have had the Extreme Gratitude and Privilege of knowing the finest Women known to Man. And I am he, Manas Samuel Winfield (Don’t forget the Lincoln Logs- let’s get to building (objects, not people!).
With ALL MY LOVES In the WORLD working overtime,
A blank check,
to replace my blank stare,
What would you rather have from me?
Love,
manas
Dedicated to my Family away from Athens. You all know who you are and what you mean to me. Immense pride.
Dear Dad,
I’m sorry for not being completely Truthful with you. In fact, there were secrets hidden from me, which I did not realise until being told many moons later.
To put it lighty, I am (not) your father, however amniotic fluids do concern me. As they ought to concern anyone.
I dream to go back to simpler times when we reproduced asexually and could expand our progeny while remaining a part of the bigger picture.
Many trees are being felled, and many organims, bacterial or otherwise have been hijacked by viruses- those intruders who know us not, yet attempt to replicate our Deoxyribose nucleic Acid.
I am a fan of yours, but also your son, sexually so. I understand the torment of being childess when all that we dream of is allowing you to become Grandfather (not a clock, not a time-keeper, but just You, in whatever shape and form you must synthesize to create on behalf of our Race. The human Race (e.g. for the gamers- “Ready Player One”- Spielberg)
However, for those of US who are not deceived, we march onwards, like Christian Soldiers going up against the ignoble Salaadin, not welcomed by my Grandfathers (Grandpa didn’t make it to their wedding), let alone the True Roots of Athens, wherein tourists come to see the Tree that Owns Itself. We all know who Conceived of A Tree that would Own Itself (and if you haven’t read His books yet, well then, what are you waaaiting for??).
Bringing me back to Espousal relationships- The Just Family, I was compelled to read when I drove to Hartsfield-Jackson to pick her up, my bride, only a fortnight or so before the wedding ceremony. Little known fact is that we were not officially married until we made an appearance in a Oconee County Courtroom (for some procedural issue we were unable to get the job done in Athens). Good thing for us, Oconee county has some of the best schools in the country. Bad news for us is, Racialism and racist attitudes (as a result of the aforementioned Racialism)(tacitly observed) abound in this suburb of Athens that was borne out of Segregationist attitudes and anti-White, anti-White/Black, anti-Chinese, anti-Indian, anti-Hispanic, anti-impoverished sentiment)(‘White Flight’).
What have we learned since that day?
To temper our Passion. To suffer silently. To have remorse. To (who) apologizes, Earnestly.?
To not be exploited and not to exploit!!!!!!!!!!! To always “call a spade a spade” in the ‘words’ of ‘Jay Electronica’ (whomever his shrink is may have something to say on the record, too).
Knowing these truths to be self-evident and factual, we return to my days as an Athenian scholar (though I was not at my best circa 2014-2017-+-(I had much Greater people on my mind))(and their loved ones, too, who were being malnourished, poisoned and starved, sexploited, lied to, threatened, bludgeoned and set on fire, all in the name of tradition blindly followed by vicious humans, guilty of not distinguishing their animal instincts (explained a priori, and pleading not-guilty, in retrospect) from their own responsibility as a rational free agent. For all those involved in the lynching that continued to happen, observed in-person by traumatized individual (who have already heard of such terror, have experienced vicariously, and whom have lived through it themself), we offer asylum, care, comfort, and a Reeducation worthy of any Rectificatory Friend/love bird- For those of us still on the ground, ground level, good luck with making it back to the first floor! For that you may need a mezzanine staircase and a cast-iron rusty lift (though in our family, we do what is necessary to allow access to any rational animal in any condition physically, genetically, emotionally, sexually, and even morally to live a long life, long enough to “Right His Wrongs” and Recite these songs, and to premeditate only Grace, Spacious Space, Flavorful Favors, Incredible Neighbors, 5 burroughs left behind, for a New Land, not a Brave New World in Aldous Huxley’s mind, but rather a world in which we all must, without exception, follow those Universal Declarations of Human Rights, screamed by the mute for time immemorial, known by the dumb since 2001, eaten by the worms and maggots in the hot Australina sun, poured into the Roman roads and Gotham homes...you live the reality you admire, and your end will not come if you die. That is all, that is all, and you’ve done well my friend. We need not Hope for a faithless Hope, unless that faithless hope is confident in its Atheistic Spiritual Friends. We do not steal, we do not kill, we do not covet, we do not encourage still births, we do not lie, we do not feel guilty for Being Just, we do not cower in the dust, we do not scrape away our marks, or carry over our Musk to bottles designed as technology for unscrupulous seducers.
We Help the Poor. We Bless life into the non-living. We work with our hands, we eat with our hands, we show our thumbs-turned up to recognize the evolutionary ancestry which augmented our ability to master nature, to destroy the blind bounds of evolutionary theory, to be the measurers of all things- in the past. All that has come, all that has gone, now I delight in the present-day songs, the whims and fancies of my Negative Nancies and Gloomy Randy’s, uplifting them and bearing the brunt of their occlusion of their own delusions, who seem to be unable to “Handle the truth” or even to recognize the Truth of Truth itself. When I know in my heart Who is the Truist, then I have my metaphorical compass to guide my messages to the Universe with exact precision, specificity and sensitivity to the nth degree. What month am I born, that coud be for you to ponder, what is my favorite car, well- drive on Brother, Who was my favorite image? Myself of course? Beause in this wonderful world I have had the Extreme Gratitude and Privilege of knowing the finest Women known to Man. And I am he, Manas Samuel Winfield (Don’t forget the Lincoln Logs- let’s get to building (objects, not people!).
With ALL MY LOVES In the WORLD working overtime,
A blank check,
to replace my blank stare,
What would you rather have from me?
Love,
manas
Dedicated to my Family away from Athens. You all know who you are and what you mean to me. Immense pride.
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