{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Mutual Respect Between Nervous Reeks and Wrecks

(Excerpt from a letter from Frau Schopenhauer to Arthur ):

"Two months in your rooms without seeing a single person,that is not good,my son,and saddens me,a man cannot and should not isolate himself in that manner".

Mothers are over-rated.  At times she is a great friend keeping me grounded, but at other times all-too micro-control-freak.  It is horrifying that men have had to work in perfume factories in such an inane freak show as this Industrial World.  If I smell perfume, I am gasping for air at a window.  If no windows, I am heading out into the Great Wide Open.   

This circus has gone too far.  Do you suppose Schopenhauer's mother (who was much younger than his Dad) would have been the type to appear on Dancing with the Gorts? 

I am afraid I despise the medium that had all the adults captivated when I was a child.

I have grown to view the TV-culture as "cut off from primal reality."  It is all geared as entertainment or information.  I am programmed by Nature to love and protect my animal-mother, but some individuals have had experiences that do not warrant such a bond.

I often despise my mother, but, I suppose all our emotions are too complex to express with these clumsy symbols.  I know my mom has been a great friend to me in this world, but the culture she represents, what our purpose on earth could possibly be, these thing neither mother or father have ever been able to explain, nor has either ever been too fond about thinking too long about any such thing.

I look back at my 11 year old self, the way aged Pink Floyd did in The Wall, and at age 52 part of me is still this "Mikey" ... I have transformed into what the world has made me, and only by luck or circumstance have I not been transformed into a monster.

I have experienced abuse and mockery, and I have just had to deal with it.   Yes, I know what DESIRE FOR VENGEANCE is.  It's a basic animal sense of justice.  Is it possible that the "quasi-immortality project" - becoming one's own hero that Ernest Becker was referring to is what Arthur Schopenhauer was able to pull off in spite of his mother's trashing of his entire worldview, which to him, was so intensely tied up and organically intertwined with the core of his identity?

Fortunately I am still working out tensions between parents, and we are all aged!  52,79,78 -
it's still there, those tensions.   I keep it together.   For now, I am grounded.   Unfortunately, not everyone in this global open-air madhouse is able to keep it together.   It's a day to day, sometimes moment to moment thing.

John Trudell's mom died when he was very young.   He just got over it.  I imagine I will get over it, that is, if I am able to remain alive long enough to protect my mother in This Insane Bizarroland in her hour of need.   Arthur Schopenhauer had a sister who must have been there for his mom.  The sister's story is a dismal one, as so many actual living human life stories are likely to be.

Herr Hauser,
Please stay strong.
You can withstand it.
You can do it!