The Story of Ixion and the Centaurs Print

i try to find my father in other people especially the ones that are interesting and unavailable and i did not fully understand how this worked because i liked the idea of finding in other people my father an animated man full of secrets and industry possessing a shifting guarded inner sovereignty as if his heart was a forge and mind like a hammer making work for god or those even beyond i was coveted yet ignored burned by some of the sparks these marks made me feel elevated and proud but the space he thrived in is gone the place he hid in cremated endless days now sunshine and manicured grass walking down the path after a hundred or so his white stone i'm begging off now from my ideas and plans any form or formulation of my father letting all matters to come rest because ideas and wants are unattainable everything is equal can come to a stay at ease naturally without this play