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Thank you Karl, the circle is complete: my last goodbye,must work on a play


  • From: Rehotshots@xxxxxxx
  • Subject: Thank you Karl, the circle is complete: my last goodbye,must work on a play
  • Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2000 15:50:11 -0500 (EST)

i go now to make a place for you (In my play),... there are many mansions,
(plays, poems, photographs....) soar through the worlds of God, (by computer) 
"here here and there there"   and please, disagree respectfully. 
Which means to listen to each other.  If we compete, we fail to listen. NO?
Allow yourselves to be transmuted from crap to gold and gold to crap again.  
Don't cling to your ideas.  Express the pain of rejection, of impotence, The 
Primal Scream, perhaps that is the chord that all humanity 
responds to.  i don't know.  let your missles be fireworks that light up the 
dark sky of unenlightenment.  God above, God inside,  please respect even 
the murderer.  Was it not he who enlightened George Wallace?  Respect 
his rantings , find yourself in them, identify, let him or her know that you
are he and perhaps he will turn instead to creativity.  Guide him off post , 
but remember that he is enraged, it may take an attempt or two.  

I love you all and will be kind,  will portray no bad guys for none I find.  
Simply perspectives and perceptions evereverever changing and growing 
in the crap of our illusions.  We are more than skin deep.  You can not 
know me by a few words on your screen, so listen for the chord , look  for 
your own words,  if you cant find a phrase, a single   I     will do.  If you 
see someone and don't have time to get to know them, then give them back 
their own words so at least they know you have been listening.  

Did you know that Jesus Christ had "wooly hair and skin of bronze"?  It's in 
the Bible.  

No, I am not an African American, but I know the pain of being different, or 
at least feeling that I am different.  I have red hair and freckles actually. 
 My son's, father, however,  is African American.  We sometimes find our 
differences in common.  Projections.  Illusions.  Rage.   Whiners.   What an 
awesome drama.    
And each of us is all of these.  

know why a murderer will not talk to a shrink?  It's too late.  
You weren't listening to him before, why would you listen to him now? 
I imagine.   I am no murderer, I hope!  Hope I have not caused any casualties 
here. I went after them, to ask.  I deliver pizza.  Donnot even know if I can
write a play.  If I can't perhaps I will meet a playwright who falls in love 
with me.  So far a famous photographer and  a very successful editor have.  
Actually, they are in love with the part of me that is them.  I love the part 
of them that is me.    However, if I cannot achieve it ,  hopefully I can be 
Watson to some Alexander G. Bell of a playwright.  I go now but come again 
with a new name in a different time zone.  Have enjoyed being your 
fertilizer and enjoyed having you as mine, though I never thought you were 
crap.  One personal favor I ask:  identify yourselves as muses.  Mitchel, 
muse    Jan, muse    Dan, muse   Clothier, muse    Chuck, muse   Simon,  muse 
     and oh so many more that I have not named, but Karl completes this 
circle for me.  I have you all on cd 
and must get  to work now on my play.  There are layers and layers and layers 
of meaning and veils and veils and veils of misperception.  Oh, to be a mere 
footnote in life!   Forget my name, but remember that I loved and love you.  
My main inspiration is the writings of the Baha'i Faith and you.  If we have 
clashed 
and I approach you, please talk to me, I simply wish to understand .  We feel 
pain and heal.  There are no calluses if there is love.    Good bye my 
friends   

                               teri 
                               Amazed  Amused and fulfilled  

good by lemonaid man,  good bye oil man,  good by Dr . Seuss.......
This play will be about how you have all enlightened me and how I moved out 
of 
the shadows of my  creative illusions into the reality of communication.   
Something like that .  How, I  revolved around you and you revolved around 
me....
hear the echo............echo echo echo......goodbye......eye eye eye. 

By the way!  I am on several lists and get over 100 emails a day and the ones 
that work are the ones where no one is whining , "Off Topic"  let the off 
topics be 
fertilizer.  What is crap to you is gold to someone else and vice versa!  
Marty showed us how to merge life with panorama photography , thanks to his 
communications with Mitch, I think.  I dunno, for sure.....Ask them.  bye bye