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The first blind steps were against the blockade of the Elephant
rabbi, beco ming entangled amongst the physicality. I punched hi m
as hard as I've ever hit anybody, landing my clenched fist on the
jaw of my attacker! He plowed the Elephant right into me while
the three of toppled backwards as if bed bugs sandwiched on the
mattress. The Elephant Rabbi was squished upon me, and as the
enraged obese male fell upon us, I was trapped under the weight
of a hippopota mus. He could pound at me only with his right fist
and every time he did, I moved my head to the left so the Elephant
absorbed the might of the blow. I was enjoying the show, like a
having a real time glimpse at "Three Stooges."
Elephant Rabbi could only tolerate so much and finally force d
himself to standing position. The two henchmen of the same
Russian origin as the Elephant Rabbi stood like dogs ; barking
aloud how they would kill me. All I could think was, "Everything
is vanity except the fear of Heaven." The wo men of my illusions
so desirous were offered as a sacrifice to the dominant males, and
the decree for my exhumation was signed, sealed, and delivered.
"I didn't want the m here, would be only too happy if you took the m
with you." My escape achieved formulation in my feeling o f
repentance, quite miraculous story, and personal salvation. In my
rewinding of the film clip, I see the facial expression s portrayed
on the screens of the old time theatre and movie cinema. Sadness,
modest apparel, beauty, co mpanionship, and mystery accompany
the backdrop of the scenery and lighting effects. The roles people
played involve dra ma to arouse in the audience feelings o f
resentment, shock, courage, and disobedience. Our scripts upo n
the stage of life are as varied as creative intelligence itself, whe n
we apply our mind to the task of entertaining ourselves .
The proble m emanates from the effort to impose order ove r
creative productivity. How can anyone live knowing he is of no
value whatsoever to anybody for whatever his life has meant to
anybody? Can imaginary scenarios repair feelings of insecurity?
We need to return the agrarian atmosphere of hard labor that
exercises the musculature, communal projects that bring us into
contact with our fellow earth citizenry : spiritual, animal,
vegetable, and mineral. The dance of days gone, the melody o f
musical instruments and singing; celebrations of a shared
historical event. It seems that people are so into the mselves the y
cannot see the gestalt of what encompasses the m. The sound o f
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