"Rooted" may be a better choice of words. What you see above is the top of an actual fence post that used to sit on my property.

The photograph above represents what I eventually came to see whenever I paid it a visit. So I brought it to life with my camera and some computer software simply as an exercise in creativity.

I can only attest for the 23 years I have lived here but local historians believe it's a good bet this post was probably placed in the ground over a hundred years ago. The general consensus is that it was set where it shouldn't of been; just outside my property line.

So last spring when the city of Alpine was reassessing it's property the location of my errant post was duly noted.

When I took down the fence [by demand] this post was so stubborn I had to pull it out with a tow chain hitched to the chassis of my truck. Apparently it was placed in the ground when it was still alive and as a result of an apparent "last gasp" effort, it sprouted roots. Seriously, a fence post with actual roots.

My wife has labeled me as a know-it-all (and as she is one herself she must certainly be correct). Know it or not it's her rhetoric reference to the the fact that my opinions are rooted in 62 years of experience. The fence post story illustrates the fact that right or wrong, in the end, even the most established and rooted of "whatever" can be dislodged with proper persuasion. So please feel free to attempt to dislodge any of my opinions that follow if deemed necessary.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

A Message to My Daughter

Ignore the social mores in which you are encased.
Disassociate yourself from and resist all who govern.
Turn away from those who “claim” they love you.
Ignore what you have been taught.
Throw away your religion.
Break free, emancipate your being.

And you will land in a realm of searing inner conflict.
A realm which will force you to recognize two worlds:
Good and Evil.

A realm which will force you to understand that you cannot live in both worlds at once and... to prevail in one... requires vigilance against the other.

My heart fears that you will be like the young Antelope, who is not lost but feels the need to venture into the vast unknown, alone, and then is torn apart and swallowed by the Lion.

- Dad
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