I have discerned in the last several months that I am like my parents. Much of society has diverged so far from the values of my parents that I feel the way an alien would upon landing here.
I liked the company of my parents, and they liked mine, which is the definition of love. I did not argue with my father at all. I did with my mother at times. Without them I feel very lonely, but I have my parish for some consolation.
I have changed not one iota. “Not one iota” means “not the slightest amount” and refers to the smallest letter, yod or yodh, in the Hebrew alphabet. The English word “jot” derives from iota. Christ said, “One jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, ’till all be fulfilled.”