Subject:
Test.
From:
Kenneth Udut
Date:
11/14/2013 6:25 PM
Test.
I stood outside, waiting for my mother to get her picture taken for the latest Church directory.
I did not get my picture taken, because I do not currently go to church, although I wouldn’t have been opposed to it.
I talked to two people as I stood outside.
First, I spoke to the pastor of the church. He asked how I was doing and he listens as I rambled on about my ideas.
He smiled and nodded and politely listens, and interjected with things that he thought I might find interesting.
He is a fantastic listener and smiles and nods better than most. But he was not really interested in what I had to say, except for where he could have something to contribute.
What he contributed was interesting and relevant.
But I was not entirely interested in what he had to say, because I wanted to talk about myself and have wanted him to say things like “how interesting! Please tell me more!”
But such expectations of mine were not fulfilled.
And when I realized that he was on the way to something more interesting, I tried to close off quickly and let him go.
And off he went.
Just then, a man who looked somewhat like myself, came out and walked towards his bicycle from inside the building where they were taking pictures.
He looked me straight in the eyes and I returned the gaze..
He spoke to me, although I had trouble understanding his words as we are standing by noisy highway, I am hard of hearing, and his speech was mumbled and difficult to understand.
We spoke for several minutes, and He was looking for a place that he could donate his things, and that had beds and food and shelter.
All he possessed he had on his person. His clothes, a cut on the side of his head, his bicycle, and a duffel bag.
He had tried inside of the church office but they were unable to help him.
I did not know of any place he could donate his things nor did I know of a place he could sleep that was within bicycle distance from here.
We soon shook hands, and as we parted, I said “I hope you find what you’re looking for. “
As he rode off on his bicycle with his duffel bag down the road to parts unknown, He replied “I hope you find what you’re looking too.”
True story. 2:30pm Naples, FL USA
The point is shifted. The paper spins around the point that used to be there.
That makes a circle.
When beginning and end almost make contact, the paper pushes further away from the rotating point.
But never slows down.
This makes a spiral. The third dimension. It is how shifted points walk.
Missing the point is the point.
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