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conversation between generation is maligned as a waste of time,
time has squelched the illusion of give me liberty or give me death.
We have to reassert indigenous control over the resources upo n
which we depend for survival, only this can bring wars to halt, a
lasting peace. What cannot be done now , will be the next phase o f
Human Develop ment.
The Fire Is Doused
Not only is man crated in the image of Hashe m, but also every
ele ment of creation carries the Impulse of Creation. With a gleeful
grimace, I recall having authored the Conflict Resolut ion theory
as the main principle upon which I founded a treatise, "Politica l
Intellectualism Ecology." I was going to offer documentation o f
that fact but shall suffice to see the term has co me into its own.
Throughout life, I've run fro m authority. In my effort to escape
tiredness, I find no refuge. The reader may similarly be a refugee
from modernity (Urban Aggravation) with nowhere (now here) to
hide. A person of normative intellect is reconciled to a limited
concept of reality - certain that the expanse of the universe
contains an infinite store of knowledge he'll never access. We live
in a realm of inco mprehension and our inner security under
constant threat fro m so much beyond comprehension life offers no
pro mises. Man faced with feeling of inferiority can cause untold
damage.
A quick reminder that I'm investigating the three levels of my
personality; Mickey of my youth, Marshall unto middle age and
Moshe beco ming old. We turn to the topic of my escape, defeat,
and return to the Moshe identification and thus pronounce the
victor - Traditional (Ritual) Judaism. By sunrise after the Puri m
night fiasco, the dust had settled and sunrays sparkled upon the
avenue of victory over the assimilation that threatened to swallow
me alive. First thing on the venue wa s to go to the Morning Praye r
services. Purim was the only operating syste m I could rely on in
this emergency. This morning, I'm on the hit list of the Safrascit y
Mafia. I switch on the controls that alert my brain to go into Swiss
watch mode, engaging the gears of survival techniques; mount the
trusty steed and disappear into the setting sun; hi ho lone ranger.
The religious obligation of Purim include s going to a festive
meal and the harmonious Chabad family, where Cinderella had
made her abode family, had invited me to an afternoon reading o f
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