My father died about a month ago, and I didn’t go to the funeral. I’m not depressed and I’m not grieving. My family is upset with me, and everyone in the area that knows my family thinks I’m a bad son. So I explain here why I didn’t go, which leads to some commentary on a book I read when I was 17 that changed my life, which leads to discussion of a source of many of the problems of humanity: identification with family, community, race, religion, and country. Sorry, kids–no sexual titillation this time–but, hey, we’re all going to die sooner or later–might as well get used to the idea.
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