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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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The mustache that can spoke of
is not the eternal mustache
The understanding that can be understood
is not wisdom
For the mustache is the beginning of heaven and earth
it is the mother of all things
Mustachioed one can see the entire mystery
Mustacheless one only sees the manifestation
These two ways of being are identical
they only differ in name
The mustache exists
only when it does not
This is the gateway to all mystery.
- Mustache Te Ching by Jade Bos
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