You pushed the Jew in me to the edge with your counter intuitive diatribe from the tribe to the even more tribal, if there is such a thing, a people, the so-called "non-Jew." Your testament to love, sideswiped by the organs of lust and (mis)trust. To the destiny of the writer.


Life? You don't own it. The takeover inescapable, the worth not much with invention, reinvention or intervention. No way to come clean truly because after all these years we can't tell the difference.


p.s. you boys, there is a thought process that crosses gender equally, as unremarkable as yours.