Pretty well what you have here is me setting down to enjoy a calm break from my daily "upper chores," and graciously accepting that it will never be the same. I relay a point or side of the personality within me that seeks a literal God, "wants to stare into Fathers eyes". I want to conversate and understand how to build a real relationship born of truly natural intentions of the spirit to know its maker. I want to give him praise in a way we call "complementing," another while actually in their presence. I want to entertain him, bring his spirits up if they are down, as he has done for me when it really called for it. Also, if he has a beard, I really think I'm not in the wrong, for wanting to yank it out until immobilized by his overwhelming south paw KO, finishing move. I promise, my intention of that action is born of boyish playful sense of humor. One with both respect yet with resentments produced from all the dirty little jokes and tricks that God designed just for me. So it seems.