An Answer to HD/Chicken Little's Question

How does my heart hurt? How is Yahoo like my heartless, idiotic smug, self-righteous family of origin (aka, why I don't like synopsis) by Happy Hiram My heart hurts in that little place under the cupboard where my insignificance  is the only hope of safety. Where elephants trod over feelings, evidence, reality and replace it with words; and all you can walk away with is a scrap of self. After that when someone quotes Schiller, or paraphrases Hawking you know where this is leading; devaluing you, putting their loaded brains, their know-how and brute force in your mouth and pulling the trigger. Reality is up for grabs assertions are little stabs. People are beasts, evidence is yeast Devouring with knowing jabs. 2/27/2012