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‘There are moments caught between heart-beats.’
When he said those words, I froze. What did he mean? Indeed, who said it?
I looked around me. Everything was hectic, yet there was no sound. And it was all going …
Momentarily I realized there was nothing below my feet. Rather, I was floating.
In retrospect, I suppose you could argue I had a out-of-body-experience, but …
It was more than that.
Was it God who spoke those words?
No, I don’t believe that. I decided it my own subconscious.
After all, the paramedic denied it was him. He was too busy.
But it was one hell of a moment.
Nearly five minutes, in fact.
Polly Ticks says: Trumping Daytona? He has the car, the lady and a jumbo … Surely that’s a metaphor.
Pappa Razzi says: I often don’t like the BBC but we need it. Big Boris. Keep your hands off.
Where to go from here?
Stiff at first then spirits greet
Morgue is terminal
MONA: Mona had moaned most of her life yet they thought they’d miss her when she died. Now they knew it was just practice as they booked the exorcism.
No illusion to this ghost
Tragic how peace dies
Taken from Bureaucracy. See Essays page, above
I’m disgusted with the ‘efficiency’ of most modern bureaucracies. The more efficient and centralized they are, the more they fail to deliver to the local. Administration should be geared to back up the frontline, not dictate to them.
Book 27 of 68, Mysteries of the Bible, out 27 March