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THE AUTHORITY

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You are wrong she said. I am an authority.

No, No, No. I insisted that this historical bit of architecture had been moved to its present location.

She averred that the house had been built on that site.
I am an authority.

I knew that she was
(The Authority)

And I knew that I was right.

(You are soooo mistaken.)

I am an authority.

(She is The Authority; Am I in early dementia?)

I sat and I thought. I remembered the events from years past that had created my belief.

I scanned the jelly in my skull, perusing the hundreds of essays I have written over the years about the folly of rushing to conclusions, the dangers of not examining evidence, the importance of objectivity, the foolishness of rushing to rationalize those alluring leaps to the leering looniness masquerading as lucidity.

I discovered two erroneous assumptions. I was wrong. Not about the conclusion; that was a mistake. I was wrong because I strayed from my path. I was wrong because I had held my belief in higher esteem than a Sister of the Path.

I filled out the one remaining form.

“You are right”.

I know.

Later I shared the story with a friend.

You silly man. As a student in my teens I saw that ugly house with its trashy tenants every morning on my way to school.

You can be such a fool.

You silly man.

By Lee Broom.

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ANAPHYLAXIS: ANOTHER CLOSE CALL

 

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ANAPHYLAXIS: ANOTHER CLOSE CALL

 

When time is near to disappear

And memory to go

And egoistic dreams are now

With little left to sow

Prepared am I to view once more the

Memory of all

Restored once more to total Love

No more to know the pall

Of Fear

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Lee Broom

 

The Moment of Truth

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True Memory includes the Future.

The Truth of History is that it has no Beginning.

The Truth of The Beginning is that it has not yet arrived.

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us.

The Truth of Peril is that it is rarely a surprise.

The Truth of Fear is that it exists only in the future.

The Truth about the Future is that it does not exist at all.

The Truth about the Past is that it came too soon, left to fast and never really was.

So what must we, can we (do we want to?) do?

The Next thing? The Right thing? The Best thing? The Best guessed thing?

Anything…?

At all?

May we speak authoritatively about the unknowable?

Is Truth discovered?

Defended?

Amended?

Upended?

The Truth of All is in Forever.

The Truth about The Lie is that it is not.

Every response to Fear, every Smile, every Frown, every Attack upon another, every bolt of frightening, tightening in the gut in the rush to save another…

Every Flash of lightning (tut-tut), is known to each and warmed by all.

The Truth?

Perhaps…

Or Not

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us.

The same is often said of God.