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restingstitchface[Crane notices the willingness to discuss Father's Day amongst the community - sons have lost their fathers, and fathers have been torn from their daughters and sons. To say certain imPorts were angry about the separation; that didn't even begin to describe it.
So today, there's the opportunity to research. Father's Day offers everything he's looking for. The ritual tradition has transformed the collective human subconscious and is an annual display of feelings. Denial. Aggression. Love. All emotions that originate from one source, one word.
And that word is fear.
His tone is soft and hypnotic, with a slight lilt. It's the gentle tone he uses on his patients when he wants them to talk.]
A proverb says, "When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."
[Crane taps his comm against his knee, and then he rests it on his desk and folds his hands in his lap. He licks his lips, once - and clicks his tongue in his cheek. He crosses his right leg and sinks into his chair. These are the those parts of his body language that nobody can see or hear, but are thoroughly expected to those revealed to the man he is. He's prepared to weather any open confrontation.]
Humans cry tears of joy and tears of sorrow. But for each person who begins to weep, another one stops.
I suppose it is the warmth of the relationship that makes fathers and sons cry.
[A pause. His voice remains soft and calming.]
If any of you find today difficult, I am willing to lend a confidential ear.
[Happy Father's Day.]
So today, there's the opportunity to research. Father's Day offers everything he's looking for. The ritual tradition has transformed the collective human subconscious and is an annual display of feelings. Denial. Aggression. Love. All emotions that originate from one source, one word.
And that word is fear.
His tone is soft and hypnotic, with a slight lilt. It's the gentle tone he uses on his patients when he wants them to talk.]
A proverb says, "When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."
[Crane taps his comm against his knee, and then he rests it on his desk and folds his hands in his lap. He licks his lips, once - and clicks his tongue in his cheek. He crosses his right leg and sinks into his chair. These are the those parts of his body language that nobody can see or hear, but are thoroughly expected to those revealed to the man he is. He's prepared to weather any open confrontation.]
Humans cry tears of joy and tears of sorrow. But for each person who begins to weep, another one stops.
I suppose it is the warmth of the relationship that makes fathers and sons cry.
[A pause. His voice remains soft and calming.]
If any of you find today difficult, I am willing to lend a confidential ear.
[Happy Father's Day.]