I am in the midst of busting my ego trip about Uncle Seymour. I’m having such a good time being outraged at his impotence about being honest. At the same time, well not exactly, I am noticing he has simply provided my drama with a road map to work through in order to do what had to be done. Still I do love toying with him and reversing the roles. I’m becoming very clear that to him I must be speaking gibberish. Its the only way I can explain his total blankness in the face of reality. It boggles the mind.