B"H
way for I AM to be free is to maintain magnanimous move ment
toward a non-specified destination. World citizenry is despairing
for return to humility in reference to our persistence here upon the
face of the earth. Our magnitude is servitude. Where my soul finds
lands itself in confliction it needs correction. This then the
purpose of my trip, and the discussion pertaining to the flight fro m
Paris to Safrascity.
Buddhism is probably an offshoot of Hinduism; Judais m and
therefore Christianity and Isla m an offshoot of Sumerian
philosophy, with the wisdo m of Confucius plagiarized as if a
national heritage of any or all of them, and sprinkled with the fait h
legend of the Aborigines from Australia. Well you see, dear reade r
-- I AM free from the constraints of writing in order to please you,
and dare say may have lost belief in your ever rea ding this. May I
regurgitate here my earnest yearnings fro m the days when I was
but a yearling, having ripened into the youthful Mickey? Couldn't
have been much more than ten, by which age I had absorbed more
negative vibes than a floor mop soaks up the soapy dirt waters. I
spewed out volcanic degradation of humanity (thank heaven fo r
the chance encounter and guidance of a Rabbi hitchhiker who
became my mentor), still embarrassed at near seventy years old;
in pursuit of the atonement of my evil perpetuations for long
decades.
A number of decades, measured by particle trans mission in
minuscule waves that make contact in the brain; light up a
me mory, and scenes are played out in the mind. A spark of me mory
motivates me to share the thought implied by sociologica l
identification of my humanity in the environs I've inhabited. If I'm
amongst religious Jewish fa milies, I gravitate to their warmth b y
donning the particulars of the nourishing society : elsewhere, some
- body, thing, one - afraid to be different, just I AM. Society exists
in the utilitarian scheme of things so far as I AM not consciously
fulfilled. The sociology of becoming aged is a field of study that
will beco me a n economic boom for service -minded students of my
philosophy, "magnitude is servitude. " People in our generation
live to astrono mic ages.
Far from social activity, high in the desert - a year and the n
again after some more years, since my arrival from San Francisco
(Safrascity) back to Arad, I relive the humdrum of the stale air
from France to California. There was the flight but nobody wit h
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