The Dividing Line Between Father and Son

My son, my only son, my beautiful son Where was that dividing line that separated son from father, you from me, us from common sense and the imaginary Do you still have a sense of the line between connection and disconnection of a father’s love and the son’s dissatisfaction? the bane of later filial disaffection But necessary, I presume, for the son to grow and mature reality embodies the will to live and be loved but maybe not from a father especially if the father’s love is over protective Sometimes a father’s love chokes the son beyond gall destroying the essence of a father’s intentions in the process but such is life, the old philosopher says life carries on but better without fatherly burdens on a son’s back Life is elegant, generous and beautiful when embraced by a father’s love as the sublime aweness of supreme spirituality though irrational you can sense the beauty of the love but difficult to define and harder to put your finger on A sense of beauty in the love that can’t be explained only lived to appreciate, to feel and move forward a forward thrust in the world to mature and gain wisdom needed for the posterity of fathers and sons to grow closer