submit it to the message board! – but although I did tape it, I haven’t used it. I don’t think anyone else on the message board really shared my enthusiasm.


But, like meeting a pop star, it was nice to have finally seen the whistle blower. And although that phrase has other connotations, this whistle blower was definitely one of the good guys.


N k Fs ic ik


Two men have told me The Meaning of Life


one a Lecturer in Metaphysics, the second a burnt out case.


The Case walked into the University asked to see the Professor of Philosophy while he waited he told me the Meaning was two bus rides away, under a bridge he had diagrams that would help. Though I never studied his many pentangles the college porters insisted he keep them as they walked him out. This happened every year or two: a new thinker his influences’ chemical.


The Lecturer’s logic followed Aristotle. He told me how he woke one morning in a New England hotel room to realise all our acts of waking are indistinguishable not the facts of linen and street noise but our encounter with Consciousness and the same with our common touch on any of our planet-large abstractions not the one we trust but Trust not the beloved but Love shared, undivided all one.


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