| As the shadow of my thumb joins the sunlight under my shoe, and as the falling oak leaves in front of me on the street are but a shadow of their glorious past, which (as we well know) always points into the future, and particularly on a day when the stock markets all around the world play as crazy as the two dogs just in front of me, just here at the entrance to the Strawberry Fields, where the autumn sun is reflecting itself throughout my brain and flowing through my complex nervous system into my writer’s pen, which ultimately is also held in the hands of a much higher authority, without which the history of the world would be badly in the tank, and since it is clear that tanks are not only meant to contain water or gasoline, but also rime on “bank”, which is what this stock market debacle today is all about, and since it elevates my story to a much higher level of being born to a higher cause, even though the fact of being born to a higher cause barely carries any weight in connection with the pursued finish line towards which we are all rushing, and which has nothing to do with death or eternal life, but rather with the whole shebang of our earthly existence, although the lady right next to me is babbling such an unbelievable nonsense into her cell phone that even the dog right in front of her is raising his long ears out of frustration. Oh yes, and said dame is now involved in a new “Oh Jesus Christ” conversation with her broker, so that I can literally see that man’s stomach mucus dry up in a hurry, while apparently even the thermostat in her apartment quit on her last night in the greater environment of this generalized chaos of incoherent stupidities; although the dumb people can easier go to Heaven than the smart ones, let alone the rich who are all bad by definition, while all the dumb ones are always good, as it is also written in the Bible (I mean in the Gospel). And in this particular sense the electric bulb of our life continues to glow in the same way as my warn-out shoes, which might have to be replaced soon, just as the shirts and pence we are wearing, even though it is highly questionable how much longer we shall still be wearing any of them… |