The Godfather Speaks

I cannot find words to describe the reality I faced on this beautiful day of our Lord’s nativity. A day I’ve spent almost three decades of my life celebrating with relaxed anticipation for a new year, love permeating my soul, and even more recently, with future thoughts of embarking on a journey to start my own family with the most dedicated lady I knew in the world. Such was not the case this year. It was a day spent doing house chores, reading books, mediating on a new blog series and “ mourning ” for the perfection of those things which had become imperfect in my life and in the life of many around me. I remember dreaming of spending this day in a distant plateau enjoying the cold weather, with temperatures aspiring to those of winter in the temperate climates of the world, preparing a lovely Christmas dinner with love, incarnate in flesh and blood as the reality of a woman, strong and true, and with a smile that brightens up my day. It is one thing to have a dream yet anothe...

The sheer power of wrath and its absolute ability to desolate and destroy everything that could have been created. Meliodas was the captain of the Sins and he was from the demon clan. He had this care free, yet, very empathetic behavior that showed just how much he cared about people. Yet in his darkest and most furious form his abilities could level a whole city and cause immeasurable destruction when his alter ego of wrath is triggered. There is no better time than this point in my life to write about this.  There is a kind of anger that seems beautiful. The kind that is like a fairy tale. One that compels the one who wields this power to kill for love. And then with wrath one destroys all in his path to save the happiness of the other. I find it really troubling when things get destroyed, especially when the destruction is without discrimination. In the wake of the destruction the very people we seek to fight for are full of fear and there is nothing you can do to ge...