Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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I felt I loved all humanity for a moment. It lingered and then settled back like a tired lover in a bed of flowers. All men and all women in their struggles, their pains, joys were perfect as they were. Why didn’t it last? And I saw them I swear I saw them each and every one of them pass from the ancient days to the present. Old compassionate faces, new startled faces, pained faces, free faces and all combinations one could imagine floated by me in this sudden desire to know and love humanity. And their acts appeared and we laughed together.
“And is this heaven?” I asked to no one in particular. I knew in the vacuum of space a word goes a long way. No answer. Clearly it wasn’t heaven but someplace not normal or regular. Was it even a place?
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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