Son, son. When I had a son, when I grew up enough, I was going to explain all this to him. But then I realized that he wouldn't understand or do not want to understand and do what I have done, yes even if he would kill a poor purple carp surrounded by the meow and that I wouldn't really stop him. He would not be able to prevent his own son, brothers. He was going to go like this until the end of the world.
The narrator reflects on the complexities of generational behaviors and understanding, particularly the cycle of violent tendencies passed from parent to child. He expresses a resigned awareness that even if he were to share his experiences with his son, the child might not grasp or reject the lessons intended to guide him away from a destructive path. This recognition of a perpetual cycle highlights the bleak inevitability of such behaviors continuing through generations.
The quote emphasizes the futility of attempting to break free from ingrained actions. The narrator believes that despite his knowledge and the suffering caused by violence, his son would likely replicate his choices and potentially inflict harm on others. This interaction between familial roles and the expectation of change illustrates a troubling aspect of human nature—the tendency to repeat established patterns, yielding to a grim fate that seems inescapable.
