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Alfred's Odd Ode #259

From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 09:23:40 -0500
Fwd Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 12:57:00 -0400
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #259

Apology to MW #259 (For July 29, 1998)

My consciousness is just a mote -- it inhabits this machine that
I use for transportation in this life that's but a dream. It
gets out and does its roaming in a light speed plasma dance that
races in a bubble you might read if you've the chance. It's not
unfair advantage that it wishes to pursue. It's not
prevarication that it wants you to peruse. It is just
unvarnished singing of this monumental blues that we're made to
keep on wailing as we serve *convenient* use.

The sky is filled with *light* that I can see with open eyes.
I'm told by *God* to look away from what I should despise. The
world and my body are the stuff of Satan's lies? When this
_keeps_ the children starving, and it muffles up their cries!!!

People I respect are saying, "there's a light above." Not
meaning God or angel, but an ET sure enough. They send a cryptic
message we're not getting -- we don't try. If we got the cryptic
message ancient ways begin to die. This _keeps_ us in the dark;
we're not informed which way is up. Reacting to confusion we buy
in to vicious clubs!

. . . Science is a club with monstrous dues that must be paid --
in the name of best fidelity, but better points can often fade.
Science, treated like the be-all-end of what we should be
thinking when the scope of it is narrow, shallow, numbing, and
constricting.

And, yes I know it's fueled and fired our exponential rise! And
yes I know the wonder is so hard to criticize! And, yes I know
it's science that we _shan't_ give up for Lent -- but its light
is too distorted in its tiny two percent!

Unfettered with this tyranny we'd live in crisp new skies. We'd
fly to distant stars in spacious ships that we'd devise. Our
planet's made a garden, and we'd live upon our moon. We'd travel
with new elegance in our ships like huge balloons.

We'd taste satisfactions undreamed of  -- and how! The stress
would come off; we'd be happy -- right now! Our hate is so
pointless, destructive, and vile. In it's place is respect and a
tolerant smile. Status quo is the _devil_, only good for the
FEW; take a _chance_, at least _try_ what is offered up new!

The vistas are widening at perceptible speed, and the truth's
hard to hide as it gets hard to breath. There are asteroids
buzzing around all our heads. Not known's if they'll hit us, and
strike us all dead! Two million people, some famous, profound,
are abducted by saucers that land on their ground. Lights leap
and things flash in our day and night skies, and we are afraid
to ask questions, friend, why?

I say that I'd take it, what the truth may portend. I'd divest
any falsehood that fawns and pretends. I would give it all up in
the blink of an eye though my fortune was lost and alone I'm
decried. . .

But the truth, I am thinking, is the THINKING itself, to be
_paid_ for your labor though the rich give of self. To take a
deep breath and to know you live free, to lift up your face, to
get up from your knees! To leave all the worry of substance
behind, *stuff* is a given -- too _many_ deprived. It's why we
pay taxes -- not to fund corporate pork; not to pay for religion
-- not for stress when we work! The truth would demand a respect
that we'd feel, for a chance, or a way, to an honorable deal!
With no need to connive, or collude -- even steal, we'd embrace
one another, have respect, and be real.

My consciousness is just a mote -- but it knows this life's a
dream. To many it's a nightmare; it is futile, harsh, and mean.
And think of our embarrassment if it's shone we've misbehaved --
if  the watchers, truly watching, think us charmless, and
depraved.



Lehmberg@snowhill.com

We'd be MUCH better advised to conduct our business as if we
WERE being watched by a collection of  extraterrestrial
intelligences. Thieves don't break into cars if they think they
are being watched. The cookie jar remains unmolested if watched
by hidden eyes. You don't belch, fart, or masturbate in the dark
closet if you think there may be someone in there with you . . .
saves a _lot_ of embarrassment later on. It also limits
liability <g>.

Restore John Ford!


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