A Father to a son, maybe any son; is like Mufasa from the Lion King: a ferocious; wise and powerful beast that has learnt how to whom has not only learned how to survive in an insanely complicated world; he is the King of it; and he would lay his life down for his children.

And the son turns to the father.

Is there nothing more powerful than this?

If it wasn’t for the mother; then none of this would be; or be possible at all.

So the Mother; always unknowable && most powerful; the son [sun] that turns into the father [farther] should / could / maybe at her per view.

The Mother; Female; Woman; the – Woah-to-man; that steadies us; has found a way to let the farther father and the sun son be; even though she is the way.

This is the weight that I believe I have put on the role models of my life; every mistake, every time that I have lashed out, every time that I have fallen, my wife; my mother; my sisters; my brothers; my aunties and uncles; and my father have been there to pick me up.

My brain translator seems to be broken sometimes;

I guess I’m trying to say that my family are more than my King; they are my kin. That is the ones related by DNA; by law; and by the bond of life. I love you.