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From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 08:15:03 -0600
Fwd Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 22:02:24 -0500
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #232

Apology to MW #232 (For March 18, 1998)

I've been looking through the Hubble; don't hold me to account.
I've wandered distant galaxies, traveled time -- I've been about.
I've been doing what you could be; the kingdom's here at hand,
and it just may be we're on the lip, of change -- you
understand?

It's bigger than we thought, and expanding as we speak, its edge
beyond the limits of the places we can seek. It just goes on and
on in a glorious expanse that swirls frozen fires in a multi
color dance. It doesn't stop with rainbows, but descends to infra
red; its paint then ultraviolet, on to x-ray (yes!), instead.
It's pressures are incredible, and then pressure's less than mist
-- you'd be shredded tiny pieces, or you'd say you'd just been
kissed.

In that space and time and distance there are races being born.
With just _one_ race per galaxy, there are thousands, billions --
more! You could call them just more multi-verse   -- the part
that _it_ rakes up, to provide a look upon itself, and what it
_shall_ make up. It is good and it is bad, or it's indifferent,
then, as hell. It wallows in the foulest slimes; it rings its
stellar bells. Sometimes it is a blessing, and sometimes it is
accursed; it _could_ be said they're much like us -- that's for
better. That's for worst.

We have a million neighbors; we've never been alone. Some wait
outside the front doors of our squalid little home. Some wait
with plates of *brownies*, and some others wait *without*. They
wonder when we'll open doors and bravely walk on out. They wonder
why we linger when the truth -- it will be plain. It'll come out
like the whitewash runs from fences in the rain. And we'll feel
so damn foolish, and we'll hang our heads in sorrow that we
wasted all that precious time denying our tomorrows.

I've been looking through the Hubble and it's hard to get excited
with the struggle and travail of human beings. I've just come
back from timelessness and Ken Starr shows his dicklessness (?)
-- no common sense, a rabid rightist's scream. I've wandered
where the black holes and the super nova's are, so I can't arouse
for Paula or Ms. L. They come across so petty -- are so dead with
mere sensation that the whole of them can flatly go to hell.

And remember, shallow humans, when the watchers do appear, how
you spent your time and effort here on Earth. You turned your
back on hapless brothers, and you disappointed sisters just to
keep a spot you covet near the hearth. You thought you had your
reasons: They weren't the proper faith -- their color was
objectionable, ( you have this thing with race).
The wrong side of the tracks -- they didn't speak your language
-- the sex was just too kinky -- they ate funny on a sandwich?
They didn't have the schooling -- they weren't as smart as you --
they were from another country, and, by rights, were mad at you?

Well -- all of that is laughable when we wake up to the truth.
All our petty little bigotries just dissolve and fall from view.
Cop at last to the reality that we never _were_ alone, and
embarrassment shades the cheeks bright red, and shame goes to the
bone.

Lehmberg@snowhill.com

Yea, and I say unto you brethren <g>!

Restore John Ford.


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