My son is a fool.
He is so set on following his little, quixotic ideology. I'm not sure why I care
so much, but it irks me more than I could hope to articulate. Perhaps it's just
my pride. Just me balking at the fact that my own flesh and blood is
so...stupid.
But he's not. Not really. Just naive. Of course, that's even worse.
He hasn't seen the world. He hasn't seen enough. If he did, he would understand.
He'd understand that all humans are greedy, manipulative savages. Even him. Even
me.
But maybe he knows it already. Maybe he's just ignoring what he knows. Maybe
he's having trouble accepting it, like I did. It's not easy to accept that
everything you do is meaningless, that existence itself is in vain...at least
until we're able to fix ourselves through divinity. But that could be decades,
centuries, maybe even millennia away, and certainly at that age, it's hard to
look at the big picture. It's hard, sometimes, even now...
I have faith in him, though. He's a smart lad, brave, resourceful. He'll be such
a good asset to the cause. I can just imagine how proud I'll be; even prouder
than I am now.