Dad was a visionary. He delighted in following and building upon his dreams. He loved a challenge. For instance, he might look at a piece of scrap and see a car. Michelangelo seemed to do that with marble.
"Dad, I'm gay. Please don't hate me," I said. He responded, "I love you no matter what. And I'm happy you're out now and can be yourself. I always knew you were gay. I was just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell me."
I think my father is really a looking glass. His rise to popularity has much to do with where the world is today, desperately searching for answers, feeling discontented by the tired ones that come from old institutions.
At some level we experience that great being of light at the core of our own self and long for its expression in our lives. When we struggle, we do so against the backdrop of unconditional love that we sense awaits us yet is never attainable.
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