From
Worm To Cougar and Back
There
is an unbroken chain from worm to cougar and back, a priceless trove
the owner of which is unknown; and I am allowed myself to be included
among its treasures, or not. If not, I chase nonliving gold instead
with which I hope to buy freedom from the ungraspable source of life.
Either way, I serve somebody. Have you noticed churches and hospitals
and yoga teachers hoarding chests of gold? Why fear life? Death? Is
that it? Which way?
Coming
in or going out?
The
gold misers who stayed on dry land at home paid with gold for the
whalers on ships with ample stores for years at sea to go and carry
back the dead whales' oil to be turned back into more gold at
marketplace where unknowns happen to be despised. The market bases
its strength in a thesis there is not enough to gratify everybody;
thus creating the appearance of finite certainty so the accountants'
manipulations create a price for every commodity. And yet, uninvited
guests have a way of upsetting the plans of men who marry wives. And,
the weirdest of all things happening are the prayers of the misers
that the Phantom who adores the Big Fish protect their erstwhile
treasure from harm, bless it, and keep it safely out of the hands of
other thieves than themselves. Where and from whom and how long can
these fools hope to hide?
