YOU must find your own verdict. I am the one who strews these possible pearls. (Pearly amethysts? Strange breed, they don't mix, one produced by oysters and time, and one by crystallization and time.)

Still, the jewel may have both pearls and amethysts and it could be pretty. I will wear it. I pile so many necklaces on myself, I should walk slowly because of it. I was almost embarrassed at the group gathering studying chakra meditation today. ''Third-Eye meditation, that is aided by lapis lazuli? You don't have one, nevermind, here! I have a lapis lazuli, just one of my many pendants!'' And I pulled it out from under my blouse:

So for this pearl and amethyst creation (Or is it just painted plastic and colored glass? You decide. I have made my own decision. Free world, this is. Free mind, if you declare it, if you will it. ) Back to the pearly and purple:

TIME=MONEY Ah, the uncharted voyage! Again, I plumb into my inner depths, what caverns there are, filled with such deep waters. 'Still waters run deep?' Have I the 'stillness'? Still, I am quiet, so that I might hear the slightest movement, here in the caverns of myself, down low, safe in my hidden clusters. Do you think that you might go exploring yourself? What hidden caverns are within you, all available cheaply, no tour guide needed, nor long boat ride? Sink and descend with the opening of your mind. You are the ticketmaster, you charge the fare, which is only the time it takes. 'TIME=MONEY.' Then think what wealth we might have, if we spent our time better. Men of great coin do not understand this. In their tall mansions, they may be starving for a greater feed. It's all around them, though they know it not. Ignorance is the greatest poverty. I would not wish to be them. I shall be me, in my humble house, old bed, old computer, old everything, not of great price. I do not wish to be them, with their coins they have slaved so hard to pile up. They have the highest pile, they have won their game. But I play a different game. I go spelunking in these hidden quarters of myself, these riches cannot be stolen. Wait! Just now a begger is at the door! What does he want? ''Entrance to paradise,'' he claims, and he can show me the way. He does not know he holds the key. It is for a different door, though, than the one at which he knocks or at which he has knocked in the past. Heaven's mercy would whisper this in his own ear: ''It's within YOU, always within YOU.'' You think a begger can find it? Toss your rags aside, you are clothed in radiance, which needs not covered. But the blind do not see. Their eyes are firmly shut and think it most righteous. Fine! I will eat this excellent meal all alone, then, in my humble house, at my small table. I will send the begger up the road to the tall mansion. Its resident does not get it, either. Illusion feeds them both, and they can have it. Angels are laughing, though I know not why. They have all the time in the world. Maybe they are the richest of all. JAL, 9 - 13 - 03

What did I mean by angels? I don't know. Do I think such beings exist? If they exist, what is their purpose? Certainly not to serve some deity, they must have declared their own purpose. Or should, at any rate. Do these winged beings exist, and if so, are they rather nasty, as Rice's Vittorio found out? They would choose their own course of action, in any event, in the limitations of whatever restraints they are given.

I know this, body-less I do not want to be. I do not care for an immortality which entails this. Either I would want to be re-incarnated into a proper body, so that I may enjoy my Epicurean senses, or have done with it, and embrace oblivion. Some half-assed, neither here nor there thing will not do. I find it hard to believe this promise could satisfy some.

But such things are hard to predict. For me, I will seize the day, this day which I know I have, and I have gratefully done this so well today.

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