my favorite part of processing the death of a parent is when others tell you how youre going to feel...

... because, clearly: all parents are the same, products of a GIVER-factory that spits out perfect carbon copies of individuals engineered precisely to serve in the role of parent and any deviation thereof is considered a manufacturing flaw...

... because, clearly: all factory-fresh carbon parents come packaged with a user manual handed to you on your way out the womb, down the chute, Superman and Marlon Brando crystalline plantings, and, in subsection 52.6, "Shutdown," you'll find step by step guidance through those five stages, towards the peace at the end and that mythological shit of the bull, closure...

... because, clearly: subsection 52.7 of the Brando crystal gives guidance to the entire fucking world on how to help others process the events of 52.6, to help them get back on the step-by-step because that's the plan and that's how things are supposed to go, step-by-step, in linear perpetuity...

... because, clearly: all relationships are, as with aforementioned parental carbon copies, the same, down to the minute, to the year, to the age you started mourning them before they actually departed this mortal coil therefore befitting such an aforementioned linear perpetuity in which a leads to b leads to c...

... because, clearly: the only opacity is clarity // the only questions are answers // the only simultaneity is linearity // the only complexity is simplicity // the only wrongs are right(s) // the only humanity is deification // the only flaws are perfections // the only