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"cave" and "cafe" are almost the same thing, aren't they? well.. as long as it is a clean, well-lighted place.. The Customer ends up paying here, unless he is too drunk..

a good guy who did bad things.. how do I address this to myself. no.. he was a spoiled, unsatisfiable infant.. I won't say the offspring of who.. sorry.. talking to myself. Hope it makes sense to somebody though.. No. He was a spoiled, unsatisfied toddler.. in the *great* scheme of things.. maybe that is the whole point here.. we *lowly* animals can come to The cave.. and realize we are all the same.. its an old story I heard somewhere..

sorry if it takes me 30 years to figure it out.. or not.. how many years has it taken you.. at least I have peace here. always have.. now I'm just older..

Yeah, I saw it once. And I held the question "in abeyance" (cough, excuse the wayism).. what entity would clothe a spoiled, ungrateful, unsatisfiable creature, with LIGHT.. Honest to God.. this observation was in 1978. light is good and all.. so where do we go from here.. Don't pray for enlightenment, if you don't want the consequences.. well.. as far as consequences, I didn't care. Nor do I now.. what if you woke up tomorrow morning, and found EVERYTHING you believed was for lack of better words.. just plain WRONG.. a very wonderful friend asked me that question once.. yep.. one wakes up.. and the world isn't exactly the ordered.. what is the description.. perfection? No, that's not it.. give me a moment.. the world does not exactly, or even closely align itself with ones beliefs..

I dunno. I think the explanation is much, much simpler. The Victoid was a vile, spoiled, self-centered child, who raged, screamed and bellowed, when he didn't get his way.. I've met others like him, they have no power over me.. charismatic? Of course. When he had to be..

I dunno.. some seem never able to find serenity here.. sure, I can be angry at the moment, but where does everything go at the end of the day? maybe life is the start of a twelve step program.. more useful than pfal anyway.. so one can't change something. what do you do.. somehow I've had something inside, all along.. an inner peace I can always return to.. maybe its just an illusion. Who knows what it is.. but others I know don't seem to have a place of rest.. I think da vicster was a lonely, unsatisfiable human being..never had the peace he boasted of..

Isn't the whole challenge, to master oneself? it is a strange walk in life.. one walks down a place where two ways meet.. I liked a certain persons narrative they gave me about meeting a largely overgrown possom, or raccoon, or was it some other wild animal.. but what do you do when you meet yourself.. did da vicster master himself? my initial thought here, is nooooo....

How current is this "meet da staff"? Really? maybe he REALLY means "da ministry". In very very general terms..

looks like *brother* john is experiencing a difficult regeneration.. maybe the sisterhood of karn can help..

as in.. some kind of drastic amount of plastic surgery?

why one last advertisement.. maybe it's "thank gawd, I outlived Grease spot.." "I live to inherit.." what? what do you inherit? Looks like a pretty bare landscape, if you ask me..

and what I wonder.. why do they think the rest of "Christendom" is so helpless? I mean.. they've expounded for if not decades, centuries on the said topics. maybe they don't want any subtleties left in translation.. ah! that's it. they want us to think what THEY think about the bible..

remember when you were young.. you shone like the sun..

welcome to the machine..

Yeah, what do you do.. I've asked some who chose the Roman Catholic faith.. "do you REALLY feel comfortable believing that.. " and if the answer is "yes".. who am I to stand in the way.. At this point, I can't choose anything. Literally.. heh now if a funny dayglo colored bus showed up in front of the house.. or alien cats, or squirrels from outer space.. I'd jump on, in a heartbeat..

sooo. sometimes one can do the best for people.. is to just let them to go through the damned drill.. they aren't going to ask your permission or anything anyway.. so what do you do..

It was long lived.. Sydney, that is..

so yes, my friend.. there are a hundred things I would have done differently.. but what does one do with the results that count.. children, grandchildren.. there is a lot that I would change, and a lot that that I wouldn't even if I could..

he gets no argument from me. He does whatever he wants to.. lately the "whatever" has been a little vague..

sorry, it wasn't my last topic here I guess.. over the last twenty, thirty, forty years.. what would you have done differently? there are some things set in stone that I would not have the cleverness, nor even the inclination to undo even if I could. One can't exactly undo ones's offspring.. nor should one even want to.. but what would you have done differently? Maybe this is da final report, sent to Squirrels in da far, far distant future..

I'm still looking for the same *spot* we can all take off our skins and all be the same..

does believing effect reality.. shouldn't get me started.. yes it does. But one's almighty perspective has to pass many, many committees.. there are quite a few of us, you know.. one has to ask politely. Very, very politely.. sometimes its better just not to ask..

what I find intriguing.. we got to study Hitler, Stalin, Milosevic, Pol Pot.. all rolled up in one, in a very very small microcosm.. maybe that was the point this time around.. the Squirrels report, has been formulated, and sent..

yeah.. somebody wanted *ME* once. I hope I didn't disappoint them. that is, too much..

it depends on the one praying I think.. you get up to that point.. and you ask the question.. do I REALLY want a world fashioned after *ME*.. no thanks.. one of me is more than enough..