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Swimmingly a school of fish flashes in the sun, and a shark flies. I drop out of a dream and wonder why people are less connected than we are. Nostalgia cries for an organ on the boardwalk, maybe a whale, maybe a dirigible.

 

To a Street Fair on Fourth Street with children & families and “Whisky Music” blasting amplified aggression. Not much happiness for me there. I wonder why we're having mass shootings with so much subtle wonder in the world. There's an ancient idea in humanity that no single soul can rise in happiness until it can elevate the souls of everyone else, so as to keep that solitary soul from being immersed in a Sea of Misery.

 

Stereotypes capture a truth and don't go far enough. What is most stereotypical about a German is that he speaks German. German women, too. A Black man fell asleep, his head quite close to mine, in an 800 All Nighter bus traveling to San Francisco, and as he dreamt, made deep linguistic sounds I could hardly fathom. It's why a Black person sounds Black. If I traveled to Ghana, and fully comprehended the languages being spoken there, I'd understand.

 

There's a Men's Room in Macy's where a man from India was desperately trying to line men up outside by telling us, “It's already in use!” I knew he was from India by the sounds of his voice, and also knew the Men's Room in question had six toilet stalls, five urinals, four wash basins and Lord Knows What Else. Being from Boston, I simply walked past the line of obedient Californians, punched in the security code “1199,” and went in. I love stereotypes!

 

People think different ways, now don't they? Beginning with a mother tongue; if anyone's ever going to find the currents of other people's dreams, histories, and Indian clairvoyant abilities, they'll have to lose their train of thought ....

 

“it's

—Narrowly. It's a mystery.

already

—I hope not. Not at all.

in

—Solitary. I was taking your hint.

use!”

—Afraid not. You'll be first up.

 

 

 

 

Back in history, before people could think with much reason, they shared thoughts and feelings clairvoyantly. Back in the woods, they shared dreams and hallucinations. The genius of Mr. Trump, of course, is that he hallucinates the way a cracker with money does. First you isolate an opponent, then you create a nickname that sticks. The rest is easy. Your opponent is no longer a person; they're a caricature; Little Caesar knows!