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$ The Eagle & The Mark $
Individuality is a Joy. Harmony is Knowing Others. Happiness is a Wood Head. " This planet has, or rather, had- a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.

Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but mostly these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy." - Douglas Adams, "So Long And Thanks For All The Fish"

The Unknown is all around us still. Sometimes we can even keep it there...



If you detect anger or confusion or perhaps if very observant some sorrow here tonight, I would ask you not to run in fear of our inability to deal with the less noble qualities of man.

We feel a numbness in our heads and ears of too many words and too much to do. Mass communication and technological change has brought the voices and actions of the world to each us. The world is here - in our heads - a thousand voices.

It’s OK to listen tonight.

I’m here to lift the stone with you. Or at least, I will try.

So all these people in our heads: Paul McCartney, Jenny McCarthy, Winston Churchill, Genghis Khan, Genghis Khan’s brother, JFK, football players, nobel prize winners, aborigines and Rumanian dance troupes, Suzanne Somers and her Thighmaster machine, scalp huntin’ monkey brain-eatin' people from God-knows-where! - all these and a billion others all now inside us.

Billions and billions -Which reminds me.... God bless you Carl Sagan. The world will miss the friendliness you brought to knowledge. And yes, the stars are all out tonight. It is a bright heaven bordered by a black lace. You gave her a good dance Carl, yes, you did...

It was a bright gap. I wonder whether he will be remembered, but only Time will tell.

I asked Time over for tea yesterday. I was feeling high-spirited and generous, and thought I’d see if Time was still on speaking terms with me, so I gave Time a call.

Well, Time is always busy but Time came and went anyway. Between you and me: A very self-obsessed one that Time is. Always "me me me!"-it’s the one and only Time! Oh, I sure wish Truth would show up!

The tea was tasty and I really don’t know what all that meant other than to say it was a bright gap. And when Time is over again, Time will have a chance to look back and I guess I’ll just have to trust that the bright gap is what Time
will see too.

I want to be remembered by Time, I think that’s natural. Truth is - humans are not made of flesh and blood, or even atoms, like the scientists tell us. Truth is -we’re made of Time - and even Carl Sagan can’t deny that one now...

Sometimes I think Time has bright eyes. I guess that’s why I think Time will remember me. But sometimes... sometimes... I think Time has very black eyes - like black holes - and that Time is not so friendly. Sometimes... I am afraid all that will be remembered is the black gaps.

I'm afraid that's all she remembers.

Maybe I’ll never know in this lifetime what the real color of Time's eyes are. Blind is as plausible answer as any as Time always wore those sunglasses. Everybody is entitled to a little privacy. Maybe that's why it's so difficult to find Time...

As confusing as it seems this is not the end of anything, or even the beginning. This is just the middle, and only Time can tell you how near or far we are to anything. Like a circus act though, so many clowns are out there trying to guess at Time's weight.

My advice is that it's better to admire Time's eyes, like stars, like a bright heaven bordered in black lace.

The best things in life are not worth waiting for - as you can have them now.

Here!... did you really think I came to give you anything else?!

All we have is the sharing!



Here! (it's all passion!)

©1998 Bob Rehor




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