In loving the world, life, the sky, the sea; whilst embracing all things thriving, as plants and trees; he wished for nothing more than to sail through endless days in blissful happiness, beneath a golden sun, filled with lasting promise.

He worked hard toiling the soil.  His rough sunburned hands, arms, and face, spoke of character, resilience, in the face of elemental hardship:—Whilst his dark earthy eyes, spoke of unnatural perversion, and twisted haunting pain that sought relief in secrecy, in malevolence:—in the struggle of dominating a child.