More than 40 years back, I found myself in a NYC taxi. Though the driver didn't greet me, he didn't seem unfriendly. As he was dressed in clothes from the Indian subcontinent, I assumed he had recently arrived in the States. To know his story, I asked him in mock pidgin English: "You here, long time?" He responded in the King's English: "I have been here 10 years, but I don't know if that is long or short." We laughed. There is nothing to know....
In California, the animist gods of fire, water (floods/droughts), earth (mudslides/earthquakes) and air (inflation) are screaming for people to leave. Yet, sentimental thinking (the self) keeps people from listening....
Fiction is our memory of non-fiction....
We are born of the soul as a self for a short journey in the play of life. When we are scripted out of the play, we are no longer a self but remain the soul. The play is a divine comedy for those who remember the way of the ever-present and eternal soul. The play is a tragedy for those selves who don't know the way. They are the lost souls....
Political decadence is when decisions are not based on right or wrong by right or left....
