On this Easter's Eve, in the good year of Our Lord 2025, I think of young Manny Furious, 14 years old, in the midst of his "awkward years," electroshocked hair leaping from his skull, eyes in a constant squint because dumb 14 year old boys think weird and untrue things like squinting constantly is less embarrassing than wearing glasses. I think of young Manny Furious on this Easter's Eve, because I think of him on the start of his spiritual quest wandering the streets of Rio Frio, half in a daze because he can't stop thinking about what Bruce Lee meant when he said, "Be water, my friend." "It can flow, or it can crash," little Manny Furious whispers to himself several dozen times per day. His father, Roland Furious, had failed to properly edify him of the phrase's meaning, despite all his best and appropriate efforts. Little Manny Furious was just too dense, too obtuse. He needed someone who had both the wisdom to know what "Being li...
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