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Think of the truth as a lead umbrella. It protects us from the fallout of lies which rain down like subatomic particles from the stratosphere of our dreams, pierces the frail, punctures the weak, alters this spring we’ve enjoyed, thrust into the midst of nuclear winter.
Yet whose arms are strong enough to do the heavy lifting, bear its weight aloft? Nobody you know wrenches the drapery aside to reveal the wizard is just an odd little man who never kept both soles on the ground. 99 luft balloons indeed!
Go ahead. Soar like a dirigible out over the lowlands of the heart. Ropes untied, cut cleanly by these whistling winds of change. Sail into your future with nothing between you and earth below but a thin skin of pride. Unable to do anything except watch the scenery pass by.
This is more a matter of carry us forward to that half life which radiates beyond the one ringy-dingy, two ringy-dingy, no one’s answering in the onionskin dome at the other end, so might as well hang up the red phone.
