To Be Perfectly Frank

_ Suchness leading to thusness, yet the son has no idea that he has been fathered; thus, while the richness of the experience is imaginary, the experience itself is vacant.

_ In nomine patri et fili spiritu sancte.

_ We mourn the passing of time, we mourn our sanctification; we men have been set apart.

_ 'Tis an angel of the Lord that fled the bed of the mother; no one saw. She danced with the one who brung her. How is it that we don't see all of our strivings as being ephemeral vanity?

_ It was Yariyes who first announced that we are to cease from striving; it was Yariyes who first slapped the nappy.  " The universe is in reverse!" he cried. He was last seen shaking his fist as the North wind headed South, lending an imaginary richness to an imaginary life... What, pray tell, could be more rewarding?

_ A manner of living which offers no rewards, which harbors no illusions of self-importance?

_ Oingo meets boingo... Fire is the Devil's only friend...

_ Have we had this conversation before?

_ No.

_ Are we to just lay down and die?

_ Again with the effort, again with the striving.

_ I love a woman I can't have.

_ I have cancer - incurable, out of the blue.

_ My favorite color.

_ There's a new man on the balcony in Rome, speaking in a tongue strange to my ears. A strange divisiveness heralds the union...

_ Did you know that Francis was Giovanni until Pappy came home and hit the roof?...

_ O solo mio, jon bon giovann... I know... I know a lot of things...To be chief of the kitchen at Cold Robbie's Turniplike Diner and to just walk away... I know... I know what the last man wearing the red shoes felt, for the shoes were made out of a calf's liver.

_ ... No son of his was going to be Johnny. May you be Frank with me?...

_ Ah to be perfectly 'Frank' and yet still fail...

_The boy had no say in his name but he did have a say in what he did with the money he made selling rugs for his Pappy - he gave it all away to those less fortunate. Again the old man hit the roof. The boy was fired. The Catholic Church had an opening for a saint and they hired him; the future is forever the past.

_ A re-seeding, as it were.

_ You say that like Sean Connery.

_ Hoot mon.

_ We could sit here in silence.

_ We already are.

_ Make it two.

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... And the guys had chai, the steam of which was in love with a woman it could not have.

... Why have we been fed all these lies? Could it be that we have an appetite for them?

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