We live in a time which has created the art of the absurd. It is our art. It contains happenings, Pop art, camp, a theater of the absurd. . . Do we have the art because the absurd is the patina of waste. . . ? Or are we face to face with a desperate or most rational effort from the deepest resources of the unconscious of us all to rescue civilization from the pit and plague of its bedding?
You can't prevent a possible future closeness between your upcoming child and one or more of their grandparents.