as he sits on his humble little patch of land; the land that he has since conquered in the inglorious years between 1943-1987 and present day, through No Fruition but his own, through No Entailment, through no entitlement, through no assistance, aid, support nor advice, with nothing but his wits, heels, luck, and incredible hashing mental fortitude, to spit in the face of adversity and claim what is rightfully his own, a shining gem, a lofty rapscallion, a bygone maverick and a Father of 4, though he has no legs, he towers, though he has no arms he grips, though he holds no hate, he often angers, though he has no heart, he loves, though he is a man of few words, his actions bring forth larger information then can be said verbally,, though he does not speak, what IS For certain is that he listens, "I was talking to him the other day, and to my surpise, he hit me with a question, i was so thrown off by his revelating gesture that i almost toppled my seat,.....i quickly then lean in to listen.........he asks me, "Are You Here" i laugh and make a swaying gesture out of sheer confusion, but he is ever unshaken, i then realize that.... after 60 years of nothing but thought pondering, he has found something, something extraordinary, something i, not even in an entire life time could discover.

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