Thursday, May 21, 2015
I am increasingly tolerant of the intolerant and intolerant of the
tolerant who I guess are in-denial and cover it up. This is not a
play on words. The intolerant are revealing—OMG I say, slapping
my forehead in recognition. Yes, it’s true. An enemy is as good
as a Buddha. .
The tolerant are a piece of cake as it were, glass of lemonade..
wispy gray hair pulled into a bun under a straw hat: generous
quaker-blue eyes & manner of speaking. Kind At home in the
universe. In tune. No problem. “God’s in his heaven and all’s
right with the world.” Let us come together right down here.