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I am a father of human-beings, no of writings.

In libraries, in bookstores there are some that I wrote.

But I am not the father of any of them.

They are deeply connected to me.

They express my spirit well.

But I am not their father.

I am only the father of Yehoraz, of Shirit, of Absalom.

I love each of them,

Dearly.

There is no deeper love.

I love each of them,

Not because half their genome is mine.

I love each of them,

Not because I love myself.

A father’s love is not like the light of the moon, extracted from the light of the sun.

A father’s love burns like the light of the sun.

A father’s love burns in its own light.

A father’s love is not self-love.

A father’s love is not the same as the loved spouse’s love for them.

A father’s love is not secondary.

A father’s love is elementary.