undisguised, personal expressions of my curious Id. More detailed recognition of my past seems irrelevant to the purposes of this essay, as this is not an autobiography. Too many details would appear repetitious anyway, and alter fact. I am concerned how I may have received environmental influences from infancy which manipulates my thinking as an old(er) adult male born in America. That which doubles as a family moment, I call Reality...and even, Life. Actually, I recognize so little of those surroundings…
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