Ham

what do you want to know.. If i Don't know.. there are likely a few hundred thousand who have it figured out..

If it makes any difference.. that was the whole point of this existence wasn't it? the possibility of FAILURE.. i.e... being "wrong"..? sorry if this is too much nonsense for you..

"Scarey" involves fear of the unknown.. no, SECRECT. Not just the ordinary run of da mill secrets of da universe.. like why frozen oxygen is attracted to magnets. A lot of those secrets have been discovered.. No run of the mill secrets. what about.. What about, me, God, the Universe, and Everything? don't put it off so easily.. if you don't mind me asking.. what are your origins? Christian? Native American? Other? Or a mixture? I remember a Native American story.. or narrative, or whatever or however you might describe it.. there was a hidden cave.. somewhere. All the animals could show up, and take off their coats, mingle.. and they were all the same.. any thoughts? Nuts, I know.. but I embrace nuts.. I'm a squirrel, for crying out loud..

sorry if the previews here are over-rated.. but I'm open to ANYTHING..

so how does one keep all this from driving one "nutso".. I have a shred of individuality I fiercely fought for in some kind of competition on the other side.. maybe it was some kind of cosmic "boobie prize"..

Scary, or non-scary depending on your point of view.. what if you looked another living soul in the eye, or should I rephrase it.. they LET you look them in the eye.. and you saw yourself.. I think the hidden secret.. is.. we are all the same..

I don't think so. Unless it was the very night before his birth..

It has nothing to do with "cult".. it's "secret".. or (apparently or by partial agreement) hidden.. I've gotten in trouble once not keeping a secret. No I didn't put it in light of day.. More like something.. "I know who you are.."

It has to be a cafe.. open well past midnight.. I'll pay the bill in advance, far before I'm drunk..

:) well crap.. then there was the time I was about 12 years old.. and the local gypsy.. or whatever she was studying to be.. she read the constellations, the stars and the numbers.. maybe I shouldn't say. But she looked at me.. and had no explanation.. so you think you know everything.. that was the quote. I just happened to, at the time.. so where is this going to go.. it has about twelve days or so.. Wish mr. Calavicci would weigh in here.. God bless you friend.. if I could just figure out the day of my death, and join it with the date of my birth.. maybe that's already happened..

but the lady can sing.. we get a little bit closer..

It's not just a winding road. I think we are willfully blind, one lifetime after another.. what are the alternatives.. hmm. some of us are "cursed".. i.e.. we remember at least partly what came before.. I hope this makes sense to somebody besides me..

Heh.. I think she dropped acid as well. At least once or twice.. I went to the big banquet this month.. out of the clear blue.. maybe I shouldn't say.. so the only *real* friend I had there.. he showed up in blue Jeans. A semi or ultimate formal occasion.. so I asked my friend.. I know it is a weird question or thought, but how many of this "staff" here took lsd in the 60's and 70's.. and the possible candidates in the crowd did NOT include the fella who *tried* to teach me Real Analysis..

so. where do *us* miserable bastards go after hours? Don't worry about it Paw.. that is too much to put on anybody.. I can't imagine what it costs to run a Cafe..

So interesting.. that it wasn't a bar, but a Cafe..

One day.. we all will be like the poor old miserable bastard trying to get a little bit of brandy.. Hemingway, a Well Lighted Place..

I dunno. The "end of da world" is a reality worth considering.. at least on a personal level. Not that I havent' Personally.. I've found the "connection" turn up on many different levels.. is there still a need for something like this for the rapidly diminishing ex-way? I dunno.. I just like being where I am welcome.. or at least where I am not run off..

Yep. That's about it.. :) the last "twig" I went to.. I close to gagged.. I've had a very small "opportunity" to express my disgust since then.. very small. but the *other* party asked me how I felt politically nowadays.. and I said something like the only ones to gain here are the politicians.. and they actually, for a half a second, AGREED with me...

me either.. scary thoughts.. I've been kind of expecting to find somebody else other than me to look me up.. now that greasespot is at it's near end, can we not, or can we bear our souls.. I mean, really.. asides from one or two here, I haven't had anybody from the last twenty (or even thirty) years look me up.. what does that say? I dunno. Not that it really makes any kind of difference in the grand scheme of things.. it really doesn't make any difference..

Ha! "oh... where shall I go, what shall I do.." too bad Paw isn't from da deep south. There is a perfect answer.. "frankly, my squirrell.." Too bad you won't be around after the first of the year.. I was going to send another substantial(?) donation to Mr. Irisheyes after the first of the year..

hmm. at least it is warm, most of the time..

John D. Tallman. I'm on facebook as well..

Where do we go from here..

that was everything though, wasn't it?

but why is it.. I generally end up at the right place at the right time.. and I will have the joy to do this, until my last day here. I hope.. there have been a few times though.. that I've wondered why I haven't found anyone else in this existence to do the same for me.. its too much to ask.. :) then last week it mysteriously happened, once.. I just wonder.. where do we go from here..