With a brother there is a warmth that is seldom ever spoken

Sorry.

A caveat.

With a brother, there is a warmth that is seldom ever spoken—

Except a Com Ed brother, a Con Ed brother, a Con Artist brother. Kinda guy.

Some things never change.

Sometimes hope runs out.

Some times change runs out too.

Some persons do not want to. Change. When did loving one self become so…..awful? So. Condign? So. One sided? So. Rhadamanthine?

So. Uncompromising.

An action word. A man of action that guy Rhadamanthine. Who made him the boss? Arbitrary and capricious? His practice of redundancy to the point of extinction? Illegitimate?

So despotic? So able and capable to exercise power or authority with out interference by others. Promises made can easily be promises broken. Human beings are human after all. However frozen we become. Unable to act. Unable to change.

”God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The courage to change the things I can.

The wisdom to know the difference.”

Let’s go with that.

Courage. Wisdom. Energies spent on these code of ethics is energy well spent. In the fight of and for our brother. Not against our brother. Starting somewhere is sometimes the hardest part of starting at all.

Unselfishly, though most likely undeservedly, still leaves tiny wiggle room for the buzzards and buggards. Parry and Rhadamanthine ride the waves together, fly coach together, cycle together and have struck up a repoire that few may be able to break.

Unfortunately because it is designed to break-You. Into tiny little crumbs. Of and for consumption. Yum. Yum.

As the clock strikes midnight, tomorrow night. Best to remember there is still a virus floating ‘round and best to hold off on the midnight kiss just yet.

Parry Seight is still alive and well and hovering. Change is not an option. On the Parry Plan. For some. For others, it may be buried not in a code not of ethics, but of unrecognizable symbols and numbers. The advance-the-change-cause. However necessary. Make it happen however it has to happen.

’Cept the Con Ed man, Com Ed man brotherly love ran out a long time ago. And frozen is what occurred. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Maybe the thermostat broke too. The numbers too hard to read. Just justly justifying the justifications. Not from lack of effort. But lack of action.

Good luck with that interpretational feat. Of dissemination of that kind of information. Near to impossible. Spoken. Unspoken.

An important distinction to know in the building up and not tearing down of families, people, groups, good people, bad people, middle of the road people. “Marginal” people. Of which quite a few of the population falls head and face first. Into. This “group”.

Just justification is a killer. Aging is the only real thing tangible—like death and taxes. May the best man (ok, ok, or woman),

”Win”.

It takes a village. But the streets of that village are getting crowded, much more crowded. Very crowded. Too crowded. If you ask me.

But.

You did not ask me. You asked Rhadamanthine and Parry and now we are here. Or there.

So the change list stays the same. The rich get richer (write a book of their experience) and the poor get poorer(wish to be able to read a book)

Experiential learning has its benefits. Promises. Broken and otherwise.

Make it happen?

Make what happen?

The hope.

The change.

Any which way but lose.

Tight. Very tight.

Throw your husband under the bus?

No.

Throw your wife under the bus?

No.

Throw your neighbor under the bus?

No.

Throw your friend under the bus?

No.

Throw your offspring under the bus?

No.

Throw your sister under the bus?

No.

Throw your brother under the bus?

No. Never.

Not on my watch and personal code of ethics. Whether practiced or not. The answer is just

No.

With a brother there is a warmth that is seldom ever spoken. Nurtured imperfectly, but nurtured nonetheless by a Mother. By a father. Of a healthy mother. A healthy father. Well adjusted and strong. And when the cards are dealt differently, sometimes heartbreakingly, a mother with the grace and patience of a saint-like person who imperatively on behalf of the brothers seeks all the help possible to project goodness and kindness onto the burgeoning brothers.

So the brothers will always have each other’s back when she, when her is dead and gone. A mother who makes this happen come hell or high water. It can get rather chilly out there. With some brotherly agendas. Of brothers. Brothers from another mother. Brother in the trenches who share survival and not necessarily blood. Memories are their bond. Good and Bad.

It can be a scarey world out there. Rhadamanthine and Parry know this all too well. They have it down to a science. Unfortunately.

Brothers aka “bros” come in all shapes and sizes, walks of life, ways and means. Perspectives and tunnel visions. There is no greater tragedy than a brother turning on a brother. A tragedy.

Rhadamanthine and Parry Seight are savvy. Savvier than some. Savvier than others. The Audacity of it all. Relentlessly push our resolution change lists right out the door and back into our pockets. Justly justifying who gets what and why. Heat and air and water included, Or not.

Depends upon the person. Personal boundries. Maybe. Maybe not. Many people are desperate for boundries. For change to change. The space. The space pressure. The barometer of all barometers. Rigidity has its own boundary of self-imposed pressure. And the inability to self-manage.

Actions.

Reactions.

Subtractions.

Fractions.

Tractions.

Resentment can be the number one offender(LK). And this can drive even the most make-a-wish-list-of-change-resolutions dead upon the New Year’s arrival.

Criticism notwithstanding. If one can stand up for and stand for the criticism. Of selves. And of others. Passing the buck on and on and on and on. And on and on and on and on. In to the next year, and the next and the next and the one after that too.

So what then is the point of making a list? A change list. To remember. To forget. To remember to love your brother. Exhaustion from the same old story? Change, just for the sake of change?

The change list is best when it begins, lives on and rides into the sunset with the confidence of a brother with whom there is a warmth that is seldom ever spoken.

No change of the warmth and guardedness of this brotherly bond is required.