Ike South, count me amongst the many who never believed your fantastic tale. Certainly, a common genetic bond with Icarus would have already turned you into a blithering lunatic, tainted by Icarus' evil deeds, forever washing your hands as if you, not Lady Macbeth, planned King Duncan's cold blooded murder. "Out damned spot!! Out I say!"
Permit me to damn you with faint praise by stating that you are undoubtedly intellectually challenged, but not yet insane.
Ah, but were it only so! Oh, the glory if you were in fact young Cain, nurtured in the womb of your symbolic Eve, embittered by vengeance, loathing the Almighty for accepting Icarus' sacrifice and rejecting your own.
The bitterness you would feel! Wouldst you slay Icarus, the object of your scorn, the once brilliant star under which you have toiled endlessly as a security guard at T.J. Maxx?
Further, my dim witted friend, wouldst you feign ignorance in response to the inquiries of your God? "Am I my brother's keeper?" Indeed.
"But his evil self induced him to kill his brother, and so he killed him and became one of the losers."
Ah, were it so!
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