Independance Day
ak,
Our relation is strained.
I have known for the longest time it only takes being able to identify with a singular thing to see the beauty in a culture, idea or another person.
There are so many things.
Your heritage, you’re like my baby sister and I truly believed when you agreed to help me in my Family-life . . . it was
The stepping stone.
But Nada.
The impression of my baby sister / the other side of it is that I do not fully trust her either (sorry darling).
Something is not right.
I do trust you as a colleague.
I do believe in your abilities.
I do not mean to be mean.
I do not blame you.
I do not want to discuss this because already in this way I feel betrayed.
** for a person who lives analytically I do trust my instincts a whole lot.
The irony.
Currently reading,
In Search of Zarathrustra: the First Prophet and the Ideas that Changed the World by Paul Kriwaczek
- - Nietzsche - - his sister’s (Elizabeth) betrayal - - Mein Kampf - - Holocaust
. . . and you are part German too.
Speechless
I am at a loss for words.
It is not that I’ve nothing to say; I do not trust those that know this part of my life.
It’s my fault.
Now, I sit here wanting to write . . . needing to express myself . . . yet, I censor my feelings.
Something safe . . . for now.
I just finished
Illuminati by Larry Burkett. A fictional story about a secret society that gains the presidency of the US.
With some not so implausible maneuvering, false threat of terror(ism) and in troubled times the nation falls into a state of Martial Law.
A cashless society (to control the people).
Basically Pre-WWII Germany but without the possibility of Allied forces.
The society wanted to rid the world of religious sects.
Happy Ending, sort of. . . . Oh well, not so safe.
