We've got a chance and we'll take it We may win or we may lose We may even have to cut and run for it Well, it won't be the first time I've run And it won't be the first time I've been caught It's the game that matters [comrade], I am proud to know you This is one of the greatest moments I have ever experienced I think I sense the situation when we I say that all esteem it an honour To breathe the rather inferior atmosphere of this station Here along with our little friend I guess we should all go home and treasure the memory of [its] face As the [purest] thing in our museum of recollections And, perhaps, this good woman will also go home And wash the face of our little [friend] here I'm inspired with a new faith in [hu]mankind Ladies and gentlemen, I wish to present to you A sure enough saint, only once a halo to be transferred Stand right up.
In mid 2015, my daughter, my EvergreenOak and I were wandering The MoneySeat. We were looking for a movie theatre, and the boys in SillyCon Valley were doing what they do best, chaotically leading US to infuriate all for a bit of pocket change. A marriage doesn't last long under those circumstances, and, despite my best efforts, that marriage didn't.
My previous marriage,
which I wrote of in my memoir, suffered many of the same maladies as my marriage to Brassica campestris. As with many battles, I fought the previous one. My marriage to 加奈 suffered from the fog of war. Not hers or mine, just ours.
Another example, I was walking alone in Osaka. I was lost, as is my wont. I have been lost most of my life, so when I become geographically lost, I find the lack of physical direction a welcome relief from my constant lack of purposeful direction. Therein lies the rub. Goals are useless. Meaningless. Two of the worst events in one's life are not getting what one wants and getting what one wants.
I was in a rum mood. I forget why, but it was midday and life was not going as feasibly planned. My Brain Computer Interface (BCI) repeatedly told me I was walking in the wrong direction, and I purposefully kept walking in the wrongest direction I could find. I was, as we like to say in BCI parlance, 'off the reservation'. As explained in my memoir, I am never alone. If they don't have the visual, they have the electronic, and usually they have both. Nonetheless, if I won't comply with the BCI, they might send as many electronic jolts as they wish. I won't comply. That's why they like me. That's one reason my BCI is arguably the most advanced BCI in the world. Another is that my grandfather built it for me.
俺はこれを聞いて嬉しくなって、彼の名誉にかけて二十個の赤信号を通り過ぎた、ありがとよイエス、ありがとよ主
I was walking in a rough neighbourhood. BigSlope has a culture more influenced by chivalrous organisations, and less by the Tent Government of DC. Many in my situation would have been scared. A buddy of mine was recently telling me how he admired my courage. To me, and others like me, courage is apathy. Not hers, or mine. Just ours.
Eventually, someone sent an analogue. The analogue walked toward me. The streets were empty, bar he and I. A rum mood in he was not. Well, well beyond, and as he approached me, I asked him for directions. I already knew what he began explaining, so I replied to him in a manner best not advised when speaking to one of the organisation's members who is in a foul mood because of you, particularly on a deserted street, walking in a direction they don't want you to walk.
源：「知っているピョン。」
極道：「ピョンは誰。」
源：「ピョンは俺。」
We parted ways amicably and I continued to perambulate. Not hers, or mine. Just ours.
Impossible achievements are only achieved by faith. Things which can't be done, are only done by a person or people who believe the thing can be done. I thought I could stay married. I took precautions. One of those precautions was to have a legal document which would ensure my spouse understood that our marriage would be open.
My parent's was an open marriage long before open marriages became fashionable in the 1950s. I thought by enshrining our openness in a document, My Love and I might persevere. We didn't. I did and I still love her. I can't help wondering if she ever did me. I know she did. My daughter walks this Earth.
Before, during and after our union, I pursued the goals of the only client I inherited from my grandfathers, the grandfather from big hand, and the grandfather the Emperor evacuated. Those goals jived with my Kashihara spouse and her chivalrous organisation father. I chose to preserve the goals my ancestors shared and my descendants will share. I never successfully explained to Kana what I was doing. My daughter and Kana might never forgive me. Sad, albeit not as horrible as never being able to forgive oneself.
At 14, I knew the most important role in my life would be fatherhood. Nothing could compare at 14, not the attorney I eventually became because my mother's father was an attorney, nor the politician I thought I might become because I was a news junkie.
At 45, my biological clock was ticking.
I was a kid in a 飴ちゃん shop, and the only thing spinning faster than my head was my eye candy. Sister twisters. How does one choose? I ceased taking precautions and on いい夫婦の日 my wish was fulfilled. I can't imagine being with any of the others. None of them would have become the mother she became. Kana was the girl one takes home to mother, if one's mother hadn't ran from all of you...and me.
We wanted offspring. Years before, we'd (not Kana) already murdered my son. Perhaps they liked the Abrahamic symbolism of me killing Isaac. After you've killed six million Jews, what's one more?
Millennia from now, historians will be unable to distinguish between the Romans, the National Socialists and the United States of America. There is no difference. During Roman times, several thousand Christians were persecuted. Catholics killed that number of Protestants in Paris alone on St. Bartholomew's Day. The same day another 70,000 were killed in the rest of France. Christians perpetuate more unChristian behaviour than every other religion in the world combined.
First come the missionaries. Then come the soldiers. Last, the attorneys.
1930年の訪日時のハンネス・シュナイダー
『アサヒグラフ』 1951年新年号, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
edited CE 2024 June 15
Chani photo from E! Online, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=74242379
