And let's not ever forget the reason we're all here, the eye-opening works from Bill. So thanks all, a real treat, keep em coming.
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BTW/Raskolnikov, Ratszinger and Ravenlocke should be a law firm
Sounds like a WWII supergroup with members from all sides, we could call it “Allies on their Axis.” And the Homesick Bee. That's how I feel.
“How much more ground do I have to cover to get home again?!” Very nice. It's been a long flight and it hasn't always been easy but glad to meet some likeminded individuals.
A rough night in Barcelona. I don't still hold the view that it's all vanity and suffering, though I've had my fair share...
Empathy in an Unforgiving Moment
Draining the last of the beer in a spiteful gulp, I set the empty glass upon the bar and watched as a couple of girls entered from the open doorway. One of the girls, a beautiful, tall, slender creature with thick black tresses and sculpted features, was clearly distraught crying fitfully and yelling passionately as the other, a shorter girl with short black hair, tried desperately to calm her putting her hands on her shoulders only to have them quickly knocked off again. As they continued up the room, the girl abruptly stopped two stools away, threw head down on folded arms atop the bar and let out an anguished cry. Her friend, instantly on her in an attempt to soothe and console, tried desperately to reason with her but to no avail. Clearly caught in the throes of passion, passion translated to suffering in its purest form, she was beyond any attempts at consolation. I sat weathering the storm as I waited for the man to see my empty glass. Then just as abruptly, with great agonizing moans, she pulled herself up and stormed off to the back of the room.
The man caught my eye and I motioned for another. As I watched the girls continue under the big screen TV, he placed a fresh beer before me. I set down another twenty and he snatched it up. ‘Well,’ I thought, determined not to get upset about the money, ‘at least I’m not outside on the streets.’ Strangely enough, the scene I’d just witnessed had had a calming affect on me, as if maybe I wasn’t the only one suffering tonight, as if maybe the whole big millennium buildup was just a ruse and deep down everyone was suffering. Then taking another drink I was struck by the absurdity of that notion and knew it was way off. Mulling it over, I realized I’m one of the unfortunate few who instinctively understands this world holds nothing palpable, nothing beyond vanity and suffering, and that both are a means and an end intertwined. The girl at the back of the room continued to argue and sob, her love, her vanity, insulted, unable to get past the moment of horrible realization, a moment no one is ready or willing to face, and staring into the glass of beer before me I realized I too was facing that same horrible and unforgiving moment.