_ Sure...
_ Excuse me?
_ I was told by a teacher of mine - in another culture I would say 'guru' - that the experience of intense pain takes place in a realm of silence. I can attest that this is true.
_ Screams aren't what I would call silent.
_ Ask the person screaming... Besides, most people are strangers to silence.
_ You are batting 1.000 when it comes to throwing down an unverifiable gauntlet. I suppose you celebrate Groundhog Day. Am I correct in this assumption?
_ Sure...
_ Do you even know when Groundhog's Day is?
_ January 33rd... And what's interesting about Groundhog's Day is that it is the perfect example of a two-way street that only goes one way.
_ Tell me something that I don't know...
_ An early Spring or six more weeks of Winter... On Dec. 64th, depending on what the groundhog does, or doesn't, do, we will have one of two situations: an early Spring, or six more weeks of Winter, correct?
_ If we are talking about Feb. 2nd, yes.
_ Six weeks - 42 days - from February 2nd is March 16th. Six more weeks of Winter culminating on March 16, which is an early Spring; a two-way street going one way...
_ And aren't we smug... What's next?... Extra-ordinary food? Would my eating a piece of raw pizza dough in an MRI machine constitute extraordinary food in a unique setting?
_ Sure... Howsaboy?
_ Embedded in silence.
_ A stranger no more... Chai?
_ ___________...
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... Money... Who'd have thought it would have caught on like it has?
... Parallax... Perhaps we won't meet again...
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Do you think we are all ventriloquists? That we carry thousands of puppets around for thousands of years trying to give them a voice. To have known in the beginning that they were just puppets, but not knowing anymore about space than to fill it; we forget only in the end re-membering see it for what it is and has always been; futile; all for nothing; your own imagination?
ReplyDeleteI have decided on gathering a collection of radio stories under the nom de plume Radio Raoul.
As most of my personal puppets know, I use to be a Dot Talker/Code Talker for a number of years -.----- / --...--.--...
Something that has perplexed me for 40 years, will be the subject of my first story titled; Is Morse Code a gender free language?
They called me "SPARKS" in the service, but I knew inside that I was really Radio Raoul.
Radio Raoul
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That you should join the ranks of the other great names of feather. One - Yariyes - is dear to my heart. Among his endeavors... Bedside Manners, Oriental Aplomb, and Tales of a Well-Salted Dog. Space is vast; a vast eardrum - taut and rebounding, this i experienced one morning this summer as I heard a dog barking at dawn. In hearing this I realized the force of this musculature when the rebound - the echo - was thrown back with a force seemingly greater than the original sounding. I feel that great revelation awaits once we break free of the grips of gravity - I, me and mine - and enter into the uncharted regions which await. As I was drifting off the other night I heard a distinct voicing: Cancer is all about fear. It was more real than the bark of that dog. Is there anything more grave than fear? if we can only rupture the hymen of I, me and mine we will enjoy an embrace that makes all the others of no more significance than - in the words of V - a flea bite on your ass. We need your stories
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