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Thanks Jeff. I was worried. I thought it was all about me. I'm narcisstic in that way.
If love were my top priority, I could do better than to plunk myself down in this chick-starved cow town.
The French have a saying: "The difference between a man of 50 and a man of 70 is 20 years of experience."
I need to get back to the Old World.
Inadequacy? Huh. Try several. Wasn't it Dirt Harry who said "You're a good man, Briggs. A good man knows his limitations."
I have no illusions; this car won't find me love. I'm buying this for ME. I bonded with Prissy in a short time, and I anticipate a repeat performance.
And I must admit, there were numerous times, we were having fun in the curves, and I was glad the other seat was empty, nobody shrieking "SLOW DOWN!!"
Jeff -- Nothing shrunk, functional as ever. Problem is, girls walked out on my act some time back. I guess I'm too old for sex. At least among the crowd I chase, in the mid-30's range. Anybody who would have anything to do with me is downright scary.
There isn't a car pretty enough to get me laid. Did I mention, I have no personality either?
The car can't say no -- and they just keep going, and going, every mile a pleasure, they melt away. You arrive more refreshed than when you left.
It's a simple pleasure, no? God knows I worked long enough for it.
I'm shooting for a little Honda next time, and I'm going to paint it yellow, so everybody can see it. See ya 'round!!
I guess renters can't be complainers -- not that the heavy toll at the till isn't robbery already. It's unlikely I'll ever be able to own in this valley anyway, steep as prices are. I wouldn't be happy subsidizing the mess anyway. Lucky for me, I know another little town, even prettier than this one, milder climate, and apparently straight-shooting local government. Real estate is a third to a quarter of this town. My next little car is going to have a big trunk.
We're throwing roundhouses now. Things is bad. There's danger around every corner. The godless infidels want to take my land. And you think I'M a problem?
"You think I'm bad? Look at that guy!! Me big man. Smart too."
You should stick to guns, Mark. You shoot yourself with your own words.
PS -- Seth didn't answer every question. Like how much say in the matter we will have. Will we get to spend 80 years as a lodgepole pine, just sort of looking things over, if we want? Can I be a bird for a while? Hummingbird? Eagle? Or will somebody make me be a magpie, like a sergeant in boot camp? Or a crack baby?
I swore, after my motorcycle accident which knocked me silly and gave me total amnesia, that whoever inhabited this body before, had moved on, and I just moved in, right then, sort of like Quantum Leap. I knew the feeling would dissipate with time, as the memories returned, and it has. But I told myself then I would never forget it, and I haven't.
The doctors thought I was dead. They called my sister to identify the body. But here I am.
This is all speculation; nobody knows the truth -- and when they find out, they can't come back and tell us. For all I know, this is all wishful thinking, and the reality is, when I die, there will be no more life remaining than the dust which comprised me. No soul to move on -- just dead.
I cling to my observations and beliefs, hoping this is not the case. Anybody who thinks they know what's going to happen only deceives themselves.
Naw Jeff, I'm a Sethian, I guess you would call it. After Jane Roberts's book Seth Speaks. Seth -- a "personality not focused in physical reality" dictates the book through Roberts, who is in a hypnotic trance, dialogue recorded... and I had to reread several passages, sometimes several times, before I grokked. Basically what he's saying is that we will all reincarnate, we will have no choice. Our next life will depend on what we learned in this one, whether we can progress, or we have to repeat until we get past whatever obstacles hold us back, sort of like flunking second grade. He doesn't discount the Bible, but puts it into historical perspective. He's not God, but he's at a level between us and Him. He's saying we exist on several levels of reality, simultaneously, and great as our senses are, they tend to make is discount input from other, less quantifiable sources.
Prior to reading this book, I had been on a private search for the truth. The Pentacosts didn't cut it; they looked like a scam to me. How To Win Friends And Influence People only went so far. Ditto Chariots Of The Gods. This was the last self-help book I needed. I'm about sick of my fellow man telling me about reality, and I'm sort of curious to find out myself.
Devil worship, eh George? Maybe I should check that out. Some of these Bible-thumpers are just spoiling for a fight. Following the example of their religion -- kill the infidels, be they Christians or Muslims; our God is better than yours...
Do they pass the plate like at church? And how does one attain Demon status? Are the head guys better at evil, or do I have it all wrong?
Oh goodie: With the new high school they're shoving down our throats, that means there will be even more crazy kids pulling out in front of me at Downhill Drive -- I'll smash their cars too -- I just hope Daddy pays the insurance, like the last one did.
[as an aside -- I dunno WHY they call that DOWNhill Drive -- damn thing goes UPhill]
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