This is my final word on the whole deadbeat mother issue. I had an epiphany last night, or a re-epiphany as it were, since I had written more or less the same thing about eight years ago. It is that there are many deaths in this life.
Sometimes the essential spark - what we may call the soul - which exists in some people dies: sometimes it is extinguished by external forces, sometimes it commits what is tantamount to suicide. It is like the excision of daemons in the Philip Pullman His Dark Materials trilogy.
You try to communicate with someone and at times you may get through, but ultimately what occurs is more a seance than an actual conversation.
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