The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.
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I love paradox. I like to go where people don't expect me to go.
I got a lot of paradoxes in my life. I guess I'm a real confused person, but there are some focused parts to my life now, and I'm slowly trying to put all the pieces back together.
The paradox is really the pathos of intellectual life and just as only great souls are exposed to passions it is only the great thinker who is exposed to what I call paradoxes, which are nothing else than grandiose thoughts in embryo.
How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.
A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.
There are many of these apparent philosophical paradoxes or contradictions which don't concern me anymore.
Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten.
One day, you have a father who's always around, and then the next day, he's gone. I was too young to comprehend that. I actually thought he was going to come back.
There was something so immensely redemptive and exciting for me to imagine that my unknown father was not just a man who had abandoned me but a noble man of adventure who had no choice.
I am never going to be able to rest easy in having established a posthumous connection to my father. I'll always be groping for what I can't have.
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