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I shaved my head today. I shaved my beard today. I shaved off my sense of distance and isolation right down to the skin and let the grief come flooding in.

My friend is having brain surgery today. I will not talk about it on Facebook. I will not throw salvo's of meaningless religious language into that void. I will shave my head and keep my belly empty and hungry.

Run down the hall screaming and crying. That's the sane thing to do. Throw your finger into the Master's face and say "If you would have been here my brother wouldn't have died." The Master calls you blessed for outbursts like that. Then the Master asks where they have put the victim, and then the Master weeps.