There is magic in coming to learn of unspoken agreements. Those moments in time when bonding is real and you just know that fluidity in relating has everything to do with the blood. Or do you know? The occasions slip by with time mostly due to complacency. Synthetic elements take on manifestations of importance and opportunities to celebrate kin become less valued. Brothers are particularly tested by the ego. While some families have it figured out, others have not and such is the course of life. Perspective is easier drafted at life’s end when the mind is less burdened by the synthetic. The forefathers bestow it but the newborn resist it. Chattiness cedes to guilt. Guilt gives rise to time. Time creates the distance and magic morphs into a final hymn.
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