I sit here, listening to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata performed by E.S. Posthumus. Sipping white wine. Vaping. Reflecting on the world.
I am in a state of good comfort. Life once again opens another door to a mystery uncovered. Suddenly I see clearly again. I understand.
Good fortune is made by actions we take.
My father was a good man. But I had a hard time unlocking his secrets. What made him a good man. Although it was always right before my eyes. I never fully understood until now.
He was the closest image of God I have ever known.
But this is not my father’s world anymore. It now belongs to me. I am now the father.
So it now falls onto me to represent the spirit of such a thing to my son.