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Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 08:34:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mac Stryper
Subject: Re: "The Best Fourth I ever had!" . . .
To: gspencer


Guvner's Post Independence Day Whispers!



. . . Was that just the sweetest thing you ever heard! Awwww! Stars n' STRIPES forEVer! And bringing over a carton of cigs and a maxed out train ticket was equally the sweetest thing I ever saw! Thank you for spending the afternoon with us, we really, really needed that! Did I say "US" - "WE"? Uh, I mean, woah, rewind, Joe, and "I". And, even though it is obvious, Joe just adores you.

Frequent Flyers from the best 4th on record. In case you couldn't tell. (And, I had the best 3rd AND 4th, JUST, last year, with my hairy Spaniard, Candido, up to THAT year. But that was not even in the same hemisphere of comparison to THIS one!) AND, there is no topping, lying on the floor, holding hands with the half-naked god-son - JoSEPH, with my Spencer, watching over the property, while I was zooming upon etheral jet-streams, I made it just about twice around the world, on that trip! And, again, soaring, lying out on the beach towels, at Inspiration Point, Independence Day 2002 - I must have been gone for awhile, cuz I sure don't remember where the time went. But, it flew! Time only stops for me for a few things. One is my music. Another is with you. Since day one of meeting you. Another was with this new child, since day one of meeting him. No wonder I look so young! I knew there was a logical explanation. . .

. . .

I just tried reading my coffee / hot chocolate cup. I don't really know how to do that, but I thought it might be easier than it appeared. My interpretation has me awestruck. Or maybe saw-truck-ed. Hah! There was a beautiful flowing motion. It was the same view as one would have, if you were flying above the world, looking down on clouds, continents, and oceans. The macrocosm. Within the macrocosm are the microcosms. Shapes form in the white foam, (continents) sometimes moving together, (in the ocean,) then apart. Just like the astronauts saw Mother Earth. Apollo 13? They were awestruck. In fact, so much so, they had to go thru a rather intense de-briefing. They saw a living breathing "thing" out there. And it was powerful.

. . . Okay, back to the coffee cup - (a big blue cappacino cup)

. . . Just now, there was the ying and the yang, moving in together to form one. Perfectly symmetrical, as they (it) should be.) It became a new body. Like an eye. This eye swam alone in the cup. Suddenly, a second eye appeared, in the shape of a ying or a yang, a teardrop, perhaps. The two eyes began to move together, but did not touch. They kept their distance. A membrane protected them from touching. Came close, but did not touch. Then, out of nowhere, a third eye appeared, and when it did, they all decided to come together to form a face, then the first two eyes merged together into one, engulfing the tail of the third. And when all were one, they gracefully spelled out the letter "M" - which swam untouched and unbroken in the coffee cup, for several minutes, gracefully, boldly - while I typed the first part of this letter - until, finally, it merged into the eternal ring around the now-white-chocoloate colored surface - making the "halo" - accented by a dark, inner ring. The Corona.

And with that, I toast the joy of meeting you! (smacking lips!)