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To: gypsy who wrote (5147)	1/7/2000 7:04:00 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Respond to of 13018

"Suburb of the soul" We know what suburbs are like.

To: gypsy who wrote (5147)	1/7/2000 7:42:00 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

windows were shakin' all night in my dreams everything was exactly the way that it seems woke up this morning and i looked at the same old page same ol' rat race life in the same ol' cage - bob dylan [from the song, 'highlands' on the album, 'time out of mind'] bobdylan.com

To: gypsy who wrote (5147)	1/7/2000 7:55:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13018

I read this several times, and then I felt so terrible for this person! It seems to me the future is filled with possibilities, even when we are old. I can't imagine a future where there isn't excitement or beauty or chances to give something of yourself. My mother was amazing; even in the last months of her life, she was involved with everything around her. She took joy in the people who came to see her, and the flowers they brought, the food they sent. She had the ability to focus on small, perfect moments. In retrospect, how she died was her final gift to me.

To: gypsy who wrote (5147)	1/7/2000 7:58:00 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

"I wandered over the land, and good people did not neglect me. After many years I became old and white; I heard a great deal, many lies and falsehoods, but the longer I lived the more I understood that there were really no lies. Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year. What difference can it make? Often I heard tales of which I said, "Now this is a thing that cannot happen." But before a year had elapsed I heard that it actually had come to pass somewhere. No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world. At the door of the hotel where I lie, there stands the plank on which the dead are taken away. The grave digger Jew has his spade ready. The grave waits and the worms are hungry; the shrouds are prepared - I carry them in my beggar's sack. Another schnorrer is waiting to inherit my bed of straw. When the time comes I will go joyfully. Whatever may be there, it will be real, without complication, without ridicule, without deception. God be praised: there even Gimpel cannot be deceived." Isaac Bashevis Singer, "Gimpel The Fool"