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We often speak of Alphas like they are superhuman, impervious to pain or fear or uncertainty. We easily fetishize these great Men because of their superlative qualities. We simply cannot imagine them suffering from crushing defeat the way we do.
Yet they ARE human. When tragedy befalls them, they are knocked to their knees and scream at the sky the same way we do.
Tonight, straight Alpha Ray is broken. His brother died today from infection with the insidious coronavirus currently sweeping across the world.
I knew nothing about Master Ray’s brother until this week. But if he was anything like Master Ray, then he was good Man who lived his life honestly and was loved by many. He was loved by Master Ray. And being loved by an Alpha means being loved thoroughly and forever.
But Alphahood cannot overcome this. It can only endure it.
My heart breaks for Master Ray tonight. He’s somewhere out there trying to make sense out of senselessness, as I am, too. By the time this plague is finished, we might all know some cherished one lost to this frightening disease. We are not alone in this.
I send this little prayer out into the universe tonight in honor of Master Ray and his family. I hope they find peace and comfort in this darkest of times.