Chapter 17: The Pardels came in among them.
This is the "love" that I'm feeling. Hey, you there, fix your face, drop that frown, and put a smile in its place. You're taking things way too personally, Grace. It's true, this is not about you. It's about us, all of us. The man doesn't hate you as you might have thought, get that notion out of your head boo, you're smart. Get it out of your mind, too, this is love at its finest that one may ever find. Yes, love for you, love for himself, love for me. Love for all of us as a family. Love for a people, like these, even.
So, when next you happen to look around you and notice that your dear friends and acquaintances are gone, the best and most promising prospects of the year? no, don't know, don't yawn. Those who were there from the inception of the mission and moving on. Yes, they're all gone, just as you were beginning to feel like you were getting somewhere with them, the program, and Mom. You were even on the brink of a major breakthrough at the time, come on.
A breakthrough that included the sister and the brother, too, so you thought. But woo! They get up and leave, just like that. Yeah, just like thieves in the night's dark, "Almost simultaneously," I heard someone say to me. It wasn't a plot against you, no, nor was it a conspiracy to take you down in rank. It's just people at their fabulous best, doing what people do best in finding rest; making statements with their feet as walking friends, and with their walking shoes toeing the mountain range. Mobility, that's her right there, a great defender of peace, in the walking pair. Bringing a little piece, you know, among the brothering over there.
The brother and the sister didn't just suddenly wake up and realize that they no longer loved their lives living there in that city. It probably wasn't even that great a job either, you know, the offer. "What a pity!" The offer they'd gotten coming out of the other faraway city, to them, wasn't an offer they couldn't refuse. No, not necessarily so, Ms. Hughes. The sister was the very person who'd sought the job in that faraway city, way ahead of the time of her leaving this city, and you, such a pity. Yes, leaving you and your circle too, and all that you're doing over there, or not doing. From what you're trying to do there now and spewing, more hot air, of course.
The sister made a statement with her feet, you know, yes, with mobility, to keep the peace. In so doing, she didn't create animosity or make enemies out of her loving friends. No, no enemy was made on that call or in the process of getting it to the end, like, making it to heaven. Nor did she create any bad blood amongst the people that she dearly loved, you even. In doing it that way, she'd ensured that, every once in a while, she could still drop in on you, and on all the other friends of yours, too. She can still feel and share the love whenever she does it in style.
The fellowship, too, will remain intact, no hard feelings from the hand-shaking gloves, not with you, now smile. But sis? Sis had had her fill of the foolishness. Yes, the deadness, as it was, and still is. The deadness of the unenterprising enterprise that wasn't going anywhere at your address and before her very eyes. No, no surprise. At least, not any place that she'd planned on going, you know! Like, with you towards success, and other such achievements to show him what's next. So, sis is gone, and so too is Bro, and his mom. Others came in after them, and they're gone too. "Oh no!"
"Oh yes, it's true."
They also went, as said. But you're still there, growing more, or not growing, other than for growing frustrated at not growing, not seeing the results you'd longed for, and slowing. At what you'd labored for. Yet you keep on keeping on, beating away at the rhythm of the same drums and hoping that the change will eventually come. No, my king, take it from this fool right here, watching, it won't, that change will not come. Not if you continue to do the same thing, in the same way, like a numbed... The change you seek will not come under those conditions. That breakthrough that you seek will not come, not under the rhythm of the same beating drums.
As for you, young ones, hats off to you, and the fun ones, to some fabulous others here too. Take a bow from guess who? Yes, me, because you've done well. You're doing well even now, I just wanted to say a big thank you to you. Wow! You've already begun to prove this old man wrong. You're reading this, which means you're reading, an instant improvement from where we, as a people, were this evening, from where we are coming, too. I hope to find you writing when I come back, true. Or, whenever I finally grow up and become a man out of this little brat that I am. Well, if I should ever, and don't let nobody? I mean, anybody.
Don't let anybody stop you from writing, once you get started, continue writing, and reading, my star king. That's the right thing, trust me on this, they will. They will try to stop you, but don't ever let them. After you're done with reading this stack pile of scraps right here, don't stop there. Whatever you do, don't stop reading. Be sure to go over there and read some real writings of the real authors, the real philosophers too, and such the likes as her, no, not you. You already know that I don't know much.
So I wouldn't even know who, or what? like, what to tell you to go out and read that might be worth reading, as a start. But you can start with books such as Pride and Prejudice, while you're at it, go learn how to kill a ?kingbird, sorry, I meant to say, "a Mockingbird, like this" To Kill a Mockingbird. You might even want to throw a Moby "dick" in there somewhere too. I'd heard some rather smart folks talking about those, so they must be good, as I'd supposed. I will try to read even one of those myself.
Well, one day perhaps, like, when I'm grown up and get to pass my reading class, exams. But as for you, go ahead, read, read, read books, as said. That same book over there in the little nook, even, as you've never done. There are some treasures bound up beneath the pages of those books for the ages, even that book, on your gown. But don't tell anyone that I told you this, it's not safe, my sis, so. Don't let them know that you know these things, alright? Deal?
"Yes."
To be continued.
WritingElk.
This is the "love" that I'm feeling. Hey, you there, fix your face, drop that frown, and put a smile in its place. You're taking things way too personally, Grace. It's true, this is not about you. It's about us, all of us. The man doesn't hate you as you might have thought, get that notion out of your head boo, you're smart. Get it out of your mind, too, this is love at its finest that one may ever find. Yes, love for you, love for himself, love for me. Love for all of us as a family. Love for a people, like these, even.
So, when next you happen to look around you and notice that your dear friends and acquaintances are gone, the best and most promising prospects of the year? no, don't know, don't yawn. Those who were there from the inception of the mission and moving on. Yes, they're all gone, just as you were beginning to feel like you were getting somewhere with them, the program, and Mom. You were even on the brink of a major breakthrough at the time, come on.
A breakthrough that included the sister and the brother, too, so you thought. But woo! They get up and leave, just like that. Yeah, just like thieves in the night's dark, "Almost simultaneously," I heard someone say to me. It wasn't a plot against you, no, nor was it a conspiracy to take you down in rank. It's just people at their fabulous best, doing what people do best in finding rest; making statements with their feet as walking friends, and with their walking shoes toeing the mountain range. Mobility, that's her right there, a great defender of peace, in the walking pair. Bringing a little piece, you know, among the brothering over there.
The brother and the sister didn't just suddenly wake up and realize that they no longer loved their lives living there in that city. It probably wasn't even that great a job either, you know, the offer. "What a pity!" The offer they'd gotten coming out of the other faraway city, to them, wasn't an offer they couldn't refuse. No, not necessarily so, Ms. Hughes. The sister was the very person who'd sought the job in that faraway city, way ahead of the time of her leaving this city, and you, such a pity. Yes, leaving you and your circle too, and all that you're doing over there, or not doing. From what you're trying to do there now and spewing, more hot air, of course.
The sister made a statement with her feet, you know, yes, with mobility, to keep the peace. In so doing, she didn't create animosity or make enemies out of her loving friends. No, no enemy was made on that call or in the process of getting it to the end, like, making it to heaven. Nor did she create any bad blood amongst the people that she dearly loved, you even. In doing it that way, she'd ensured that, every once in a while, she could still drop in on you, and on all the other friends of yours, too. She can still feel and share the love whenever she does it in style.
The fellowship, too, will remain intact, no hard feelings from the hand-shaking gloves, not with you, now smile. But sis? Sis had had her fill of the foolishness. Yes, the deadness, as it was, and still is. The deadness of the unenterprising enterprise that wasn't going anywhere at your address and before her very eyes. No, no surprise. At least, not any place that she'd planned on going, you know! Like, with you towards success, and other such achievements to show him what's next. So, sis is gone, and so too is Bro, and his mom. Others came in after them, and they're gone too. "Oh no!"
"Oh yes, it's true."
They also went, as said. But you're still there, growing more, or not growing, other than for growing frustrated at not growing, not seeing the results you'd longed for, and slowing. At what you'd labored for. Yet you keep on keeping on, beating away at the rhythm of the same drums and hoping that the change will eventually come. No, my king, take it from this fool right here, watching, it won't, that change will not come. Not if you continue to do the same thing, in the same way, like a numbed... The change you seek will not come under those conditions. That breakthrough that you seek will not come, not under the rhythm of the same beating drums.
As for you, young ones, hats off to you, and the fun ones, to some fabulous others here too. Take a bow from guess who? Yes, me, because you've done well. You're doing well even now, I just wanted to say a big thank you to you. Wow! You've already begun to prove this old man wrong. You're reading this, which means you're reading, an instant improvement from where we, as a people, were this evening, from where we are coming, too. I hope to find you writing when I come back, true. Or, whenever I finally grow up and become a man out of this little brat that I am. Well, if I should ever, and don't let nobody? I mean, anybody.
Don't let anybody stop you from writing, once you get started, continue writing, and reading, my star king. That's the right thing, trust me on this, they will. They will try to stop you, but don't ever let them. After you're done with reading this stack pile of scraps right here, don't stop there. Whatever you do, don't stop reading. Be sure to go over there and read some real writings of the real authors, the real philosophers too, and such the likes as her, no, not you. You already know that I don't know much.
So I wouldn't even know who, or what? like, what to tell you to go out and read that might be worth reading, as a start. But you can start with books such as Pride and Prejudice, while you're at it, go learn how to kill a ?kingbird, sorry, I meant to say, "a Mockingbird, like this" To Kill a Mockingbird. You might even want to throw a Moby "dick" in there somewhere too. I'd heard some rather smart folks talking about those, so they must be good, as I'd supposed. I will try to read even one of those myself.
Well, one day perhaps, like, when I'm grown up and get to pass my reading class, exams. But as for you, go ahead, read, read, read books, as said. That same book over there in the little nook, even, as you've never done. There are some treasures bound up beneath the pages of those books for the ages, even that book, on your gown. But don't tell anyone that I told you this, it's not safe, my sis, so. Don't let them know that you know these things, alright? Deal?
"Yes."
To be continued.
WritingElk.
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