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what i wrote a few hours ago on facebook prompted this blog. am i way too young to be close to the mountain top? do i see clearly now and forever? i see a pond. like walden. it’s deep. i can tell. it’s dark. so maybe these words should be. i’m a lucky sapien. i’ve been touched by spirit( someday a novel). i know something is out there way beyond. good stuff for a cold winter night with a leaky roof, cracked window. soon that seasonal passage. so here’s what i wrote on facebook(Cal Schwartz, friend me):

“i was tip toeing before. headache. sounds from florida. disbelief. i grabbed a calendar. wasn’t sure. my kingdom for a wormhole. i want back. no more cutting hair. flowers there. everywhere. tired of insensitivity. waiting for the train on a bench. it’s not coming. good listening. mood stuff. who here? i love brown mustard on almost anything except 70% cocoa intense dark chocolate.”

my friend who cut my hair earlier today was worried that i’d stop cutting my hair. i said, “only if i can slip through a wormhole, find myself on the corner of haight-ashbury in san francisco with a flower in my hair.” i miss monterrey, woodstock, reflecting pools, chicago 1968. people listened. cared. reacted. got together. now we’ve stepped back into a reverse worm-hole. we’re throwing lepers into a valley and burning holy books. where is evolution. revolution. solution. compassion. world war one and it’s a long way to tiperrary. we’ll never get there. i think i almost give up. give me the wormhole. give me liberty. give me another start. give me a parallel universe. give me a princeton math phd candidate in the 1950’s. give me angelic intervention. i’m so disappointed in the race. i feel so bad for the white dove that keeps sailing, hoping to rest, but never will. i said i love brown mustard. i do. it flavors in a non-caloric way. it’s healthy. oh, but they used mustard gas in world war one. but this dark chocolate cocoa 70% is so healthy. my gastroenterologist friend told me on labor day, a passage day. i do have a lawyer acquaintance but they don’t know about flavonoids and anti-oxidants.

last wednesday i watched the passage of hurricane earl from my jetty at the shark river in belmar, new jersey. the wind blew east. i heard the muffled roar of the ocean. my long hair, blowing in the wind. i miss mary. i saw her in new brunswick in 2008. one of her last concerts. the hurricane frizzled. no punch. it passed. so did summer. the hottest summer ever. i thought about passages standing there, challenging the ocean to catch and moisten me.

i was a little kid when the dodgers won the world series. i loved the brooklyn dodgers because i loved jackie robinson and bravery. i wasn’t even a teen, yet i knew the dodgers were part of a passing to a new era. i rooted for the dodgers and not the yankees even with their babe ruth molecules. as the dodgers were closing in on the pennant, emmett till was murdered on aug 28, 1955( 8 years later to the day Dr. King gave his speech in washington.) emmett’s death in mississippi was a passage into the civil rights movement.  In november, 1973 nixon told the country, “i am not a crook.” america was passing into a new political reality. in june, 1987 Reagan told Gorbachev, “tear down this wall.” (later years raissa and nancy held hands in california). in the 1990’s the world was passing the tipping point into irrevocable warming. much has been said since(notice i say nothing about it here). much has not. why upset a terminal patient(earth). make the patient comfortable. i love the u.n.’s quietly passing a report through the media that in 30 years, no more fish in the ocean.

i’m supposed to be passing into a new stage of life so a lot of books and pseudo folks tell me. thirty years ago i decided to alter the passing and not be like archie bunker coming home every night, yelling to edith for a beer, lighting a cigar after dinner, sitting in that chair( in the smithsonian now). i’d rather explore the world of fountains, telomeres, anti-oxidants and angels. i often wondered could a 60 year old archie bunker play 3 sets of tennis and ride the bike for another 90 minutes. passages are subtle.  they’re all around. then sometimes when i hear about stupid sapiens wanting to burn sacred books, i ask myself if we’ve really done the passages thing. do we learn. grow. understand the big picture of the universe and spirit. i just put 1/2 a bar of the 70% cocoa dark chocolate into the microwave for 44.4 seconds. it was soft and smooth. somewhat bitter. i guess i am too.

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