To: Jane Hafker who wrote (243 ) 11/24/1997 7:21:00 AM From: Jane Hafker Respond to of 650
This went out to me, because, as usual, I can't figure out what you're talking about and have to go back to see what was said that caused a misunderstanding in the first place. My dog woke me up, and forced me to let him out. So of course I walked to my metal box like a possessed zombie, probably, and now see you are upset with me. This really goes back and forth. I can't for the life of it see why. Your entire symbol of your entire religious and philosophic life happens so be.......the snake that bites its own tail! Look it up, it's on the sign outside and on the walls and covers of book in every metaphysical bookstore where you get the stuff you read in the first place. It is second in religious symbolism only to the cross. You surely cannot be mad at my poking fun of it in religious metaphor, as in rolled up in a hoop you would stick in the straight and narrow gate. On our level such jest is allowed, believe me. What you're probably mad about is that I omitted words in reaching the religious metaphor, allegory, similarism, and all the other words I don't have the time to sort out to use the very exact one fitting this situation. I think you took offense at the construction of the sentence, in that I wrote" You ARE the snake....." That implies, in English, that I, in fact, think you are a snake, and am calling you one. No, I do not, and am not.. As a matter of fact I find you way more interesting than I should, and find this whole thing way too soulish. It is perhaps even wrong for me to speak to anyone in such a manner before I know more about them, and I will try not to do this again. I don't believe you were born in another country, and if it is true, it must be Canada, since you seem so totally American you might as well be from Dodge City, Kansas. Yet, you speak like someone from ancient Persia, sometimes, so I wonder if you might be Arabian. Other times you sound like you were born a Hindu, and are Indian. As a matter of fact, I wonder if you are even real. Do you in fact exist? This is getting silly. Anyway, the Lord can sort this all out, as I must go back to sleep. Good-night, sweet G-Hunk. Affectionately, Grace