Prodigal Sons and Daughters

Why do you always forgive and invite me back home? Why do I respond to my Prodigal Son with prodigious love? I guess. Because we share an Older RightBrain Stem, right down into our DNA-drenched bone marrow, that always feels cooperatively drawn toward WinWin co-empathic trust resolutions, and always unconsciously dissonantly struggles with competitive Win-Ego v Lose-OtherEco compromises with how Earth and Ego would health and wellness thrive if we all could remember we have all been both Prodigal Sons and Daughters and Prodigious Elder WinWin Ego/Eco Mentors who could never become happy choosing between ecosystemic LeftBrain deductive natural health over ecopolitical RightBrain inductive nurturing wealth. Like having your LeftBrain deductive self-regenerative cake while RightBrain ecosystemically decomposing it too. Said like a WinWin Prodigal co-investing Son/Daughter. I guess. Prodigiously. I appreciate the return invite but it is this habit of yours about always needing the last polysyllabic word that continues to drive me nuts. What can I say that will help you feel better about this annoying habit of mine? Preferably nothing.