I had other ideas for my book. I should add a love that spawns the ages. My hero could be in love with a girl who is sure to have been his mother in a past life. This would add a deeper dimension in the father's quest for identity. In fact, he is the ground stone of the story, even if the plot revolves around the son (I still haven't given him a name). He is only a copulator, used by God to send other people to Earth. Or maybe his son's soul tricked him into making this child, creating this new body. To give life to a new child would then be only an illusion. Especially for the father. His participation to the pseudo-coining of a child is not real for him. He is fooled, unknowingly. He is only the fabrication agent, not the creator...idea: he could even see women as Goddesses. They hold all the answers because she is a creator...but this is only an illusion. Now to toil...
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