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B"H Did the forces that prevailed over my thinking originate in my psyche, or were there events surroundin g me that had an origin in a spiritual plane that hovered above and protected me from my own worst ene my? The author has provided first hand witness o f a series of events that led to a conclusion that I had to return to Israel, as if my life were dependent on it. Would a less dramatic influence have convinced me ? Probably not, and that's because the fantasy that played out in my mind was more powerful than my intellectual prowess seized the opportunity to co mbat. So methin g happened on a universal plane to impel the decision into my awareness sensitivity consciousness, upon which I acted. This universal influence accords exactly with the tenets of my faith, and we may thus conclude it was not an opiate but a lifesaving potion. The cultural differences between various sectors of history are quickly distinguished in the film media . Compare today's aggressive behaviors (pro miscuous, vampiris m, murder, bloodshed), and the screen scenes played in the movie theatre; say fifty, a hundred years past. T he old films portrayed long scenes of the adults and children in their day-to-day circumstances; the master of cine ma, Fritz Lang, and thespians of dramatic arts dra matized their characters in the finest detail. The slightest twitch could cause a flood of emotions in the viewer, and all that's true because human existence was treasured. A glance at the micro review of that dra ma of existence called me; I adapted the three na me identifications (Mickey, Marshall, Moshe) to the youthful, adolescent, and elderly adult, which exactly I AM, because I was will be. So me of my most lofty philosophical aspirations were committed to memory while under the influence of LSD, in the years when Marshall sought self-degradation in the fleshpot o f lust, at which time beca me imbedded in my personality a loyalist allegiance to a power struggle against capitalist democracy . Yeah, to wit I AM. Moshe is the old man that nobody cares enough about to pa y attention to my thoughts, and nonetheless, servant to the ideal o f making clear choices to pursue liberty that enhances the wholesome pleasure of living life to its fullest . I paint, pot ceramics, garden, write, and develop my interrelationships wit h family and those of my associates who m relate to me; especiall y consistent to give of myself. To give is an investment of pleasant me mories during one's old age, whereas taking is destined to a n 111