A Schizophrenic Birthday Celebration

On the third day of the second month of the year nineteen hundred seventy AD at precisely three o'clock of a cold morning, heavy rain and thunder led by a strong wind came to announce the great happening of an event that changed history, marked our present and will forever shape the future of mankind.

Aware or not on that very specific day, a young maiden went into what was called the most excruciating labor of all times in a hiatus of three long hours of agonizing pain and suffering after which and at the stroke of three was heard a baby's cry and a father's scream of joy "the child is born”.

The young man’s words although genuine and sincere were also erroneous as on that third at three, the born child was not alone but a well hidden unique complexity of a good a bad and a crazy third, not to the eyes of the family but to those of Freud.

A start of a new era that will eternally impinge on humanity, not equally amongst men and women with an obviously more radical sway on the latter given the well known taste and predilection of the troika immediately depicted at birth when one small hand’s first finding was the blonde nurse’s breasts.

The Good was crushed by his brothers in the aftermath of a devastating war in which all three took part. The Crazy outlived to tell the story of all stories of how his bad brother managed to get drunk all 35 guests at his 35th anniversary to which you are all cordially invited on this day of 03/02/2005!

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