Kenneth Tucker

...a hermit iconoclast

Ma and me

Ma and me

...an obituary June 9, 2017

My mother has died this day, however the many lessons she taught remain. The last lesson was poignant and demonstrated she could still teach her eldest son a timely indelible in her late eighties: The older one gets the more important diet and exercise becomes. Their neglect can have dire impacts on one's health and lifestyle choices.

My mother's many teachings give me motivation and insights today and have done so throughout my earliest memories. I loved my mother and am grateful to have known her. She is missed but not forgotten.



Like seeing roasted meat and other dishes in front of you and suddenly realizing: This is a dead fish. A dead bird. A dead pig. Or that this noble vintage is grape juice, and the purple robes are sheep wool dyed with shellfish blood. Or making love—something rubbing against your penis, a brief seizure and a little cloudy liquid.

Perceptions like that—latching onto things and piercing through them, so we see what they really are. That’s what we need to do all the time—all through our lives when things lay claim to our trust—to lay them bare and see how pointless they are, to strip away the legend that encrusts them.

Pride is a master of deception: when you think you’re occupied in the weightiest business, that’s when he has you in his spell.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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