adulthood – Anthony Sadler

My Father, the Idiot

My father passed on April 13, 2018. The first draft of this was written the night I arrived in Tampa, out of fear, anger, sadness, and confusion.

There is something wild in each of us. In everything that breathes there is something to tame. Children eat with their hands first. They crawl before they walk. They spit before they speak. They scream before they write. If it were natural for these activities to reverse in order it would be so. If these,Continue reading “Wilderness and Passion”

Constant Life and Beauty

We are the projection of the perpetuated ideals of our parents, teachers, culture, religion, nation, and fears. Our view of nature is an aspect of the projection. It is programmable. Like a universal remote control, with the correct codes, our intended purpose can be fulfilled. It is no more natural for me to walk underContinue reading “Constant Life and Beauty”