You will notice the lovely picture on the wall—fabricated with bright red permanent ink contours, provided by the hand of a toddler… not just any toddler—but one who operates a devious craft that scientists and family psychiatrists, at the head of cutting-edge research, cannot classify. You might call him a feral creature—but that would be a disgrace to the wild animals of our world who act out purely to self-protect or intermittently feed. No… this child is not of that class. This sort acts out by and through a specific source of aggression—the pure need to destruct. And you will notice the smile on my face—that is just a pretend smile; an expression that helps me to more calmly survive the riding of the wave—the almost impossible and entirely wielding tsunami, (whereas I only stand at the beginning of)… the “Terrible Two’s!”
