A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided.
You must question a code of ethics that never impedes your progress.
There is a language of love, which is to say, a truth that does not tell all and a lie that does not deceive.
There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.
To accept reality is only to encourage it.
It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.