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B"H whom to fight, noting but a memory spark re mains of the conflagration, I'd best not recall the particulars of the instance. Energy transfer is conducted on the sub -molecular highways o f electromagnetic forces that hold the world togethe r. Humanity has yet to identify these ethereal particles by structures o f measure ment. People think they are what they know . I believe that we are created fro m the unknown airwaves that trans mit the sound of wind percussed by the wings of flying butterflies, or changing air te mperature and universal content influenced thereby. A Journey of a Lifetime This literary composition is a tale of my trip to Safrascity, but is really a trip through assimilated Jewish co mmunities that to my reckoning are faced with e xtinction. Trail blazing, "Over the Crest of a Rainbow." It might be, however, that I'm projecting my old age on the digital circuit throughout cyberspace, the new generation way to be hip, hep; feel young. Al so, a reaction to the possibility any day could be my last. Departure fro m everything (death, disease, deprecation) of importance is a skill practiced by all life, the issue being whether one accepts the reality and helps his loved one prepare for the inevitability. My secret love is invaluable to those upon who m bestowed, but until they find it in their soul might not know where to look for me. To devise and live those strands of energy requires staid conviction that we can imbue others with life (express love) that will achieve its purpose, if only in a dimension of an eternity that will forever re main inco mprehensible except to the giver. I think the idea of gracious dying is to leave an abundant collection of things that will gain attention in the mouths and hearts of the bereaved until such time as the memories are associated with pleasant calm. As per the new version of the saying, a friend in need delivers in deed; Alan Braid, (the friend fro m Safrascity earlier mentioned) agreed to help me to get there at his expense. For him, it was a matter of telling the office manager to arrange my flight, a done deed. Thus a flight to Paris with a stopover in Safrascity and Seattle emerged, many vectors of lots of energy! I am riding the gyroscopic spiral shaped concentric circle emanating fro m my first coming to Israel following the 1973 skirmishes between those of Abraham's children dwelling upon Israel Palestine National lands. I arrived to the Lod (Ben Gurion) airport in a hip generation modus, Occidental Jewish young man blazing lonely upon a path, 39