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There was really only one man Carolyn ever loved, and he wasn't me. In
fact, I suspect the two of them came around my parts in the late 1980's to raise hell and play around with me. Their game turned deadly and Carolyn lost the only love of her life. The turbulent dynamics of the unconscious mind killed him. First it was the two of them against me I had to survive. Then it became me against the two of them. I was partial to Carolyn and powerless about it, so he died instead. "How did that work?" you might ask. Because in the law of the jungle, it's survival of the fittest. I suspect Jack died by the same mechanism, and I suspect Carolyn is dead and her spirit is with the love of her life. Jack was an intelligent man who lacked the horsepower, so he steered bulldozer personalities to aggress. That was to his downfall. One survived his shennannegans, became a resistant strain against him, and turned on him like an angry hornet. Didn't he know any better, or was he really all that intelligent? Super-smart people often have a blind spot in their thinking that exposes them to be incredibly stupid. When the winds are dead, the air grows stagnant. There's no breeze inside a burried sealed casket. Haven't you ever seen peace when you behold a corpse at a viewing? Peace is death, that it is. Nobody deserves it while they are still living. So there she came home to me. Now the hell for her that I went through, just so she understands. |