First Day of Senior Year!

God's Boys will be good boys! Yesterday was the prestarter. Looking into the porthole into life is a breathtaking experience, isn't it. The counsellor says, what do you think you want to do? A piercing question, like the pain of pieced ears. I have thought about it, but there is no real solid penetration like a stranger asking the question. You are on record, it feels like. Is everything we say so recorded? I feel like I would like to preach. That may be. Well, here we go, jumping into the pool of preparation. Jumping into the porthole into real manhood. Childbirth for men, or as close to it as men will get. There is change, there is pain and then you are there, in manhood, responsible, taking care of yourself and others. Leading people to heaven? Giving of yourself? Follow your father, that is the real "legit". The legitimacy that my father was always dreaming of. The freedom to see your own father and put your foot into his shoeprint and walk. "Now, You do it!"