The evolving TREATMENT

The Jaffes. What a family- like any other?. what makes it unique? The emphasis placed upon education? Upon skiing? Upon fighting – real argumentation and abuse – violence? Of power struggles in money concepts ; love concepts; dynamics regarding all facets and shads of living in the family. To which I was left to essentially emotionally provide for my self in the world. It gives me a flexible ethos: not morality.

Far-flung places found the marks left in the streets of Paris – for instance – father argued with a cabbie instead of ply him with more currency. Then he stiffed him. Any intonations that you see developing here = like a photograph? I see too much already.

The people and the places are not necessary. The elements of the drama aren’t either – not to the observer that has a moment of inspiration. The moment comes from proverbial bolts of energy dashed to cleave through the clinging quality of humanity. The need to cleave to the smallest and the greatest; from the smallest to the greatest and from the most incredible to the most durable; are we not mutually exclusive?

Are we not capable of watching our own drowning – in self loathing? Don’t we do so all the time? I bet that often we think we are not though in the deepest sense of reality we are and we are sinking like stones – completely. Not all of us not everyone is done for. That is the notion of the nearer EMO set though with GOTHIC elements firmly timed to machined purity – the element most worthy of corruption is that which is jealous. Those who learn to restrain the feelings of jealousy are those very same ones who are involved in what I try to become.

The places and the animals are necessary. I wonder what I will take to evolve into this newer concept of animal. THE CERN machines make the animals all: CERNanimals. Isn’t that a logical conclusion?

My mother stated I was the only NORMAL person on the planet – not in compassion. She was giving a final dig. She knows what has been decided and she was embracing it fully. That is the way of my mother. And so it goes …

And Father. He has no place for me and what he was doing was not at all the father I recall. That man was a coach and before he got really stupid a sorta cool dude.

That’s what I’ll have to remember. A kite on the John Carroll Fields and, and commencement from Masters level Education Pedagogy and Methodology steeping. It worked and I believe that father may have been proud for a moment of me. Maybe even happy for my success in spite of the errors that were plaguing my life at every turn by that point.

My sister will have a birthday soon. The seventh. It is our half birthdays – 2-7 and 8-7 while being six years apart always seemed cool too each of us – my sister Melissa Blythe and I did see eyetoeye on a few topics. Environmental ones topped the short lists. So to those ideas then I cleave.

Who is different on CERNearth? The CERN animals like CERNhumans and CERNlupines? It’s a new reality folks. I think we need to take a deeper and broader look at what the best of the worst is – I think you have to factor in the accelerated growth of stuff deep down – squid levels and deeper.