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Speedcrime.
Lights are flashing, sirens wail. The telescreen on the dashboard stabs me in the eyes with red, white and blue light. I pull over. Thought Police. A stern face appears on the telescreen. "License." I fumble over my ragged pocketbook and shakily hold my license before the telescreen. A pause. "How fast were you going, young man?" the stern face demands. "Uh, 9065?" I propose, not daring to lie. "That's 355 thoughts per hour faster than the thought limit!" it retorts.
Sweat begins to emerge on my forehead, forming rows of tiny beads. I have a clean record, and many approved activities. What could become of me now? The stern face glares at me for a few seconds, its harshness fading slowly; its expression softening. "You will go free with a warning. You will NOT speedcrime again. The ministry of Love awaits you.
If I could, I would have moved my URL twice today. (BADDD!). Geocities's neighborhoods have never been able to pigeonhole my personality. I don't fit any one perfectly.
I already moved it once this morning, and that's annoying, I know. If Geocities wouldn't have forbidden it, this site would be in SoHo, not in Athens. I thought the Aegean would be perfect but when I updated my geoguide (that useful/annoying thing below), I didn't find my interests listed in the "Pages like mine" section. Hmmm. HMMM. I should have researched this before moving to Athens.
Thinking fast makes coordinating thought and action like standing an egg on its end. It can happen only when the sun and earth are aligned PERFECTLY; that is during an equinox, bluntly, SELDOM. but, thinking slow multiplies the quality of my thought like water that runs through a river delta, it can dig deep, and run slow and steady at the same time.
As the river of today's conscious thought flowed through its delta toward an ocean of sleep, (As I slowed down and thought tonight), I heard this song from one of my favorite CDs.
Asleep in the Light
Do you see, do you see
All those people sinking down?
Don't you care? don't you care?
Are you gonna let them drown?
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come?
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done.
"Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord."
You know it's all I ever hear.
No one aches, no one hurts,
No one even sheds one tear
But He cries, he weeps, he bleeds
And He cares for your needs
And you just lay back
And keep soaking it in
Oh can't you see it's such a sin
'Cause He brings people to your door
And you turn them away
As you smile and say
"God bless you, be at peace."
And all Heaven just weeps
‘Cause Jesus came to your door
And you left him out on the streets
Open up, open up
And give yourself away
You see the need, you hear the cries
So how can you delay.
God's calling, and you're the one
But, like Jonah, you run
He's told you to speak
But you keep holding it in
Oh, can't you see its such a sin
The world is sleeping in the dark
That the church just can't fight
‘Cause it's asleep in the light
How can you be so dead
When you've been so well fed?
Jesus rose from the grave
And you, you can't even get out of bed.
Oh, Jesus rose from the dead
Come on get out of your bed.
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come?
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done.
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done.
Don't close your eyes
Don't pretend the job's done.
"Come away, come away, come away with me, my love."
"Come away from this mess, come away with me, my love."
Written by Keith Green
©1978 Birdwing Music & BMG Songs, Inc./Cherry Lane Music Publishing Co. Inc. (ASCAP)
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