Because I cannot fathom a moment in life when I didn't have him there with a call, his voice carrying that of four men, his hands another knuckle in size.
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
Those reminders of the basics, and letting what you know now set in for a bit, make a bed, stay a night or two, are imperative to remember.
We didn't destroy the Capitalism train, work, work, work mode. We usurped it with making individuals a commodity. Not only a commodity, but one that can spoil and be ruined at the click of a mouse.
We are seldom aware of where we humans get our various fuels, our coolants, our spare parts, or when they need changing.
Those frequencies play a music, a life symphony that we are often unaware of, but one that we play in, and conduct from, our own lives mostly unconsciously.