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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Sam Ferguson who wrote (27443)	12/30/1998 11:37:00 AM
From: nihil	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Hi Sam! I gladly strike a blow to free any slave from his chains even though he feels them not. If, in turn, a slave tries to free me from chains I do not feel, I hope his eye will be keen and his hand will not kill me! We do not ask permission from the slave to unchain him, and try to aim the liberating blow aright. The freedman doesn't know himself freed until, rising from his knees, he rubs his wrists. Then, raising his hands to shield his eyes from the glare, descries a goal unseen when his head was bowed. We must not expect the freedman to love us for our pains, for even a freed wolf will sometimes, departing, slash at his liberator. Enough he is free. We are too busy freeing others to lament one who escapes without licking our hands. Emile thought his Christianity was the only key that fit all locks. The maul and wedge he feared we aimed at his key, were meant to cleave everyone's chains. We do not seek to enchain him again, but merely want him to be free -- not free to chain others again -- but free to seek the truth in his own way as we believe ourselves are free. It is not the truth that sets one free, but the freedom to seek one's own truth. --- let me stop here --- the imagery and metaphor are getting a little rich and there's something seriously crazy with eBay -- 252 up 235 --- this may be the end! The NASDAQ is going pocketa, pocketa, pocketa queep! I've got to bail out of the rest of my internuts before the thing drops in my lap.