"Oh son.... son sonny, sonny son. There are so many women to fuck in this world, do you think I wanted to be stuck inside that one rancid crotch for all of eternity just because it shat out a kidlet?" Your sub-conscious projection of your father notices the utter horror elicited from this message and quickly shifts gears, "Because the amazing awesomeness that is you was far too much for my science-brained self to endure child!" you immediately dream-forget the preceding lines and perk up into a tear-soaked smile, gazing up into your imagined father's loving eyes, "You see, I know that I could never live up to the unbelievably creative heights your genius mind would conjure on this infinitely malleable Earth. Your potential is limitless son, your imagination is capable of bringing anything you could possibly conceive, no matter how impossible, into reality. My existence in your life could only have dragged down your infinite potential with my rigid, reality based verifiable cause and effect mind-set. You see son, to help you grow.... I had to set you free..." he gazes off into the endless abyss with steely, road-weary eyes at this point. You turn your head from its position in his loving arm-pit out to follow his gaze in the wild endless yonder. There, an amazing amalgam of everything you ever imagined begins to burble up from the nothingness. Everything ever and never before accomplished become a boiling froth of possibility within the outer reaches of the inner recesses of your mind. Father gives you a final squeeze before releasing you into the aether of your dream. You drift off towards the immensity of your own amazing possibility... you see it all before you, it seems possible to jump-skip over a bunch of bullshit and land squarely into the meat of any adventure you might potentially drift upon.... how exciting!
