I have to admit there’s only a certain amount of stupidity I can withstand: it is all so trivial. Am I a product of this or have I out grown it? Ceaselessly, like waves pounding, eroding the shore. I am wasting away and no one can see. I look out my daughter, already lost, my son, a certain hope there that he will surpass me. I look at her and see all the wonder and grace a human being can be. I look at the mirror and all I see is sorrow and pain, the bearer and the cause: a lamb and the inevitable skewer.