My heart, where my divine entreatments lay fallow, has become unsuitable for such privileges. These precious seeds have slipped from their dormancy into their inevitable deceased condition. The soil that once furnished a most bountiful of these fruits has turned pungently frigid. Lord forgive me, for although I see misfortune in which the investments have endured, I muster no lament and I harbor no grief. Judge as you are permitted, but please consider my position. If the love you imbue towards me is of boundless proportions and unwavering consistency my skeptical approach to the divine must only be a minor discrepancy in your eyes- although I would have means to discern your observation- and therefore I must not be dismissed as a wayward child. No, as the holy theory provides, you are a Being who is omnibenevolent whose love encompasses all men ready to receive your grace. The privilege ministered unto me from the beginning of my basal understanding of the universe, which was instructed by my parental units, has no room and no merit in which my current judgement resides. Relatively, you would have to sit in an impossible position under the reasonable method I hold; much like an object such as a circle also be square simultaneously. May I pray that your death is temporary and your revelation may come upon me in order to release this contradiction, for I cannot foster this any longer. So until a breath of your enlightenment-the same breath of life that begot Eve’s husband-fills my lungs, I will stand for my position of default with stolid conviction. May this not be a death; more precisely, let it be a farewell. So in respect to whom it is due, farewell my former father.