Dear Sister

Grooming, juicing, dicing, cubing, and stewing these brutish feuds strikes slack gashes and gnashes our familial bonds. Delicious pretence clouds reasoned discourse and stormily sweeps forth relations blindly into some inky unknown! How much simpler to admit apology phenomenologically, and confess to appreciate rather than suppress egregious hate. A solid biological construct in a world of arbitrary groups might be honored if nothing else were. For all we have are our fathers and mothers; and all they have are their sons and daughters. And all families have is mirth and laughter to suture their wounds when they poison and slaughter.