From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent: Monday, November 17, 2003
3:24 PM
To: Frostbite
Subject: Frostbite...---... mea
culpa
I am taking the liberty of emailing you all the photo my wife
Marie took this past Saturday after the game that I thought told a thousand
words, and at the same time sharing with you all sum thoughts I had about the
teams’ most recent performance which summed up a number of things I happen to
hold “true” which u may feel ultimately belong in the trash, mindful of a
chewing gum wrapper I picked up in Peru in early last year depicting 3
graphics, demonstrating how to get rid of “spent
chewing gum”.
That last hyperlink will be one of only two hyperlinks I use
on this email quite different to how I communicate with most folks these days,
each email in one way or the other linked to a continuum of thoughts my one
website www.nextraterrestrial.com
the hub of sum 100 odd websites all geared toward us being more “transparent”,
empowering the kids to parent the parents who need the most help.
There is a song Symbolist White Walls on
page 16 by a C
I’m tired of blood and over priced
bubble gum, mom
Nobody wake up there’s nothing you
could have done wrong
I’m wearing the same grin, I take it
all on the chin
I still believe everything that I
read…
When I first picked up the Wrigley chewing gum wrapper the
first thoughts that went thru my head were that the first graphic containing a
piece of gum in someone’s mouth suggested that “We should first chew on our
words before uttering a sound” and the second, depicting a hand placing the
“spent gum” in the wrapper suggested, “Only say something if one is prepared to
put it down on paper” and the third, showing the wrapper containing the spent
gum in flight headed towards a wastepaper basket suggesting, “Otherweiss toss
those thoughts into the wastepaper basket” [sic], that it is “Sticks and stones
that break bones but words kill” as opposed to what “us English” were taught as
youngsters, “Sticks and stones break can break my bones but words cannot harm
me.”
Before getting in to the “nuts and bolts” in terms of what I
think went wrong in our final game of the season, me perhaps more so than
anyone else including the players being responsible for the loss, let me just
very quickly take you to the second hyperlink
that contains a photo of Marie all “decked out” in her Ducati leather jacket
still in high spirits after the “devastating loss”, Amir's father in the
background very “casually” making his way over to where the end of season party
was about tu begin.
The last time Shahid and I had a conversation was several
years back when I went over to his home to pick up our JoNathan who was playing
with Amir, Shahid telling me a little about his father
And of course it is unlikely that Bali was a wheaty-eating
lilly white like myself although I don’t know for certain, never bothering to
ask since despite growing up in South Africa during the height of the Apartheid
regime I seem tu have been stricken “color blind”, the first name Bali not
exactly though, Joe Blow, agree?
Which is not tu say I don’t see any differences between
people of different races my mother a rather enlightened woman, many would call
a Renaissance person perhaps “50 years ahead of her times” never failing to
tell me, “While the white man ran around Europe in rags, the Indian was
civilized” thanks of course in many respect to the British, although my mother
who was born and raised in England would never consider her anything but
“English” even though she came to South Africa back in 1947 at age 17 and
pretty much remained there until around 1978 when she “retired” to the
countryside of England while I “slugged it out” in Chicago for a year or too
before moving on to explore the world, picking up a thing or too along the way,
perhaps the best lessons I learned may in fact be translated in to the game of
soccer, a game I played fairly well as a kid, no where near as good as some
other friends of mine but more importantly in recent times, as a result of
being assistant coach to Coach Drei I began to think a little more about this
rather brilliant game that like chess is very much the game of life, getting
your opponent to play tu your advantage, the difference being that in the game
of chess there is really only one winner.
Now of course I am not talking about professional soccer
where it is today very much all about money which to a large extent is what
this entire fricken world is all about, not that I am opposed to making money,
the Lord knows how much I want money these days, currently fixated on dying the
richest person in the grave, something my step-father tried to teach me from
the youngest of age was not exactly a worthwhile pursuit, his actual words, “I
don’t intend to die the richest person in the grave” pretty much however
falling on deaf ears since as a condition of marrying my mother back in the
early 1980s,
The real miracle man in my life, however, was and remains my
father, Bernard Nathan Gevisser [BNG] who unlike
Naturally, I consider both my father and step-father rather special
people as I do each and every one of us, one only though, getting to know
someone when playing in team sports, again, just my opinion.
I have only seen
The old expression of never judging someone without first
“stepping inside their shoes” is another of those ridiculous expressions I
heard from the youngest of ages along with “Do unto they neighbor as you would
want done unto yourself.”
I was raised Orthodox Jewish and that previous verbiage
along with “and the rest is commentary” is the essence of Judaism.
Both my mom and Dad were married for 30 years and remain
much closer than most divorced couples, not a single dollar or piece of
property changing hands as a result of their “get” which is the necessary
divorce document needed by observers of the Jewish faith in the event that one
or either party chooses to get remarried and still remain within the “good
standing” of the “religious elders” of the community.
Without boring you all with how it came to pass that at the
time of my Barmitzvah which is when a Jewish boy is supposed to become an
adult, I went from “strong observer” of the Jewish faith to a total “non
believer” going down a path that had me examining in the minutest of detail
before arriving at the conclusion that in fact G-D exists, not that I care for
a single minute to convince anyone else, both my parents allowing me to fly high
and free from the youngest of age, encouraging me ever so gently along the way
to get up rather quickly when taking a fall, nothing quite a like a predators
ball, their best gift letting me and my siblings know, “No matter what none of
you will ever inherit a dime, other than your good name.”
It may be hard for most of you to recognize that JoNathan
used to be the best player not only on his team but in my opinion the best
player on any opposing team he ever played against from the very first time he
started kicking the ball which wasn’t that long after I first started showing
him a move or too. Perhaps 18 months of age is a little younger than most
American kids but it would not be all that unusual for kids raised in
environments where soccer is nothing short of religion.
Which brings me back just very briefly to Shahid who is
Muslim and a trusted advisor to individuals who perhaps require more than him
being competent that he keep his mouth shut much like what I was taught from
the earliest of ages, only saying my first words once I had turned age 3, and
only in the last decade or so would anyone who has known me suggest that I
“talk a lot” knowing that there was only so little tu be gained by such action
and as I saw from others speaking out against things such as the Apartheid
regime a whole lot tu be lost, knowing though most all that there was “balance”
in the universe both at the cosmic level best described by Einstein’s e=mc² and
at the subatomic level, where Quantum Mechanics is very much in rule.
Trying to figure out what makes people “tick” has been a
pursuit of mine 4 sum time which now brings me much closer to what went wrong
this past Saturday and why I deserve most of the brunt.
Before I spell things out, hopefully a little clearer than
this monologue, my wife, saying it best, “When the dialogue becomes two
monologues it is the beginning of the end” you may be wondering “what went
wrong with Jonathan this season” since although he put on a little more weight
during the summer a direct result in my opinion of not sitting in front of a TV
all day but having possibly heard that “phat” [sic] people float better in the
oshon and this would not be the time or occasion to get into the differences
between the various type of surfers out there, my having grown up with the very
best of surfers in the world and at the same time the very worst of human
beings, again there being balance everywhere, agree?
That last sentence is no where close to some of the lengthy
sentences I have written in the past 4 odd years, my only deciding to come out
of “my shell” some 4 years ago this December 1st , when I begin the
first of my “mini series” geared toward “lighting a fire” under the belly of
the “indifferent” those who sit on the fence waiting to see which way the wind
is blowing before making up their mind, and it was about that time when I also
“stepped up to the plate” to give JoNathan a “word of what was on my mind”
having seen him for the very first time “sidelined” by his coach watching,
however, from a distance, behind a tree, as he “acted up” on the field, pretty
much along the lines as he began this reason and were it not for Coach Drei who
is relatively new to the game of soccer never having played himself, having
just recently in a practice game scored his first goal, “taking charge,” I
would very likely have suggested to JoNathan he “stay put” at home and
contemplate rather his navel than waste not only the coach and my time but his
unsportsmanlike conduct on the field was not doing much to help the rest of the
team, who it so happens were very much on a par with JoNathan, me simply
expecting more out of him, since he and I had a “heart to heart” discussion
during the half time game without me though having to say anymore than, “Show
me what u are made of” his ears still ringing from another person on the
sidelines who throughout the first half had been screaming at JoNathan at the
top of his lungs much like what a whole lot of other people do along the
sidelines who don’t have a clue what they are talking about.
Suffice to say that back sum 4 years ago, after “the
screamer” left to go to another soccer game JoNathan went on to score 4 odd
goals in the second half including the game winner and at the end of the game
we just hugged, a tear or too, and I gave him one of my business cards with a
little note, “Remember your name is everything!” my being ever so careful to
reward either JoNathan or his sister with not much more than words of
encouragement wanting them to be proud of their own accomplishments without the
need to make them co-dependants which is one of the reasons why I think people
should invest in say a dog, which now brings me closer to how I fouled up this
past Saturday.
Please also bear in mind that while writing this email I am
also writing several other emails all geared toward helping solve sum of the
problems of the world, my one website www.eMANandDOG.com
which backwards reads, MOC [don’t] GODdnaNAME spelling out for many those not
necessarily all that familiar with the relationship between Quantum Mechanics
that requires everything going “forward” to work also in “reverse” and the
Cosmos, again Einstein’s equation which just about everyone can recite without
though it first taking a while to recall what it means to mention little of the
incredible mathematics developed by a gentlemen called Grossman who helped
Einstein achieve his “breakthrough” known as General Relativity which to
Einstein and those that understand more than the average Joe Blow is nothing
short of the “Mind of God”, never forgetting that Einstein spent the latter
part of his life trying to come up with a Unified Theory For The Inner workings
of the Universe, failing however, in my opinion, at least, because of his
inability to “embrace” Quantum Mechanics which is all about “probabilities”
where there are no certainties, and why we have computers crashing despite the
quantum leaps, technology doubling something like every 18 months.
Perhaps had Einstein seen the structure of subatomic
particles before he got caught up in the whirlwind media frenzy that seemed to
have swept him off his feet, the need for us all to stay grounded and close to
one another bringing me that much closer to the main point of this email, this
genius of a man would have looked a little closer at his ingenious summary
equation which really talks to what takes places in a so-called “vacuum” where
the c, which stands for the speed of light is a constant traveling at pretty
much precisely 300,000 kilometers per second, much faster than the flash of an
eye, us knowing today that what we see out in the cosmos on a “star filled
night” is more than what we will ever see, at least in terms of this lifetime,
not tu assume anything at this point, truth all about gathering evidence, the
better the evidence the better the truth?
Not exactly, the expression is actually, “the better the
evidence the better the proof”.
Given what we know, however, from what is referred to as the
Red Shift we know that the universe, as best we can tell, at least from our
perspective is expanding at an increasing rate meaning that at sum point just
by extrapolating the data the sky will at sum point have nothing more than
those planets within our solar system that we can point to, us only really able
to see just a few hundred stars with our naked eye on the clearest of nights,
all eventually disappearing, meaning that we would be very much alone, the
chances therefore of us finding another planet like earth essentially “slim and
none”, at this point using telescopes such the Hubble getting within the space
of seeing sum just 300,000 years from the so-called Big Bang, nothing again
between here and there anywhere close to spaceship earth which doesn’t mean we
shouldn’t continue to look, but at what price, given the myopic eyesight of
most of our astrophysicists commonly known as TOES?
4 if it turns out that the speed of light in a non-vacuum
environment which is what we have within spaceship earth is NOT a constant,
there already being a whole lot of evidence to support this including when one
drops a spoon in a glass of water one sees the “step upped” effect, i.e. water
is another medium where the speed of light is clearly not a constant, but there
is a whole lot more and why the folks from NASA don’t do a direct experiment
which would prove out once and for all whether the speed of light in moving
“back and forth” between earth’s atmosphere and Deep Space where “matter” and
“anti matter” essentially cancel one another out, would possibly mean “lights
out” for these folks, already their budget being cut to smithereens to mention
little of the military budget of the United States taking chunks out of space
exploration which can of course be done a whole lot better using robotics than
men and women who have to worry about things such as pooping and where to flush
the waste in a vacuum, agree?
Now of course there are some who would say I am wrong about
Deep Space being the only perfect “vacuum” when there is so much evidence that
our minds have become just that, and of course there were folks like Thomas
Edison perhaps the greatest inventor of all time, remembering Einstein invented
absolutely nothing as far as I know although he may have in fact been a whole
lot more handy around the house which is something I am clearly lacking
although I do take a little better direction these days which is not tu suggest
that I am employable.
I have though held down more than a couple of jobs in my
relatively brief career having found a way to utilize my “risk assessment”
skills perhaps also like Einstein a whole lot better than the average Joe Blow
but unlike Einstein when I “steal” ideas from others I make it my business to
give them as much credit as possible being able to constantly reflect back on
things I have learned from those I trust most, my mother always also telling me
as a child how she always knew whether my father had won or lost a “one on one”
sporting event such as tennis or squash, his happy look letting her know that
he had lost and his sad look that he had won.
BNG, while still in his teens qualified as a
fighter-bomber-pilot and before his time of duty was up, having to return to
There is on the back of a photo taken I believe of my Dad
and Sid Cohen, my
A game like soccer and rugby two of my favorite sports is
all about team work and building independence, there is though no rule I know
of like the offside rule in soccer which better illustrates the importance of
both these two rather important qualities; getting to know yourself first
before tackling the awesome prospects associated with such words, “Do unto thy
neighbor that which you would want him-her to do unto you”, agree?
First of all how many of us really know our neighbors, more to
the point how many of us know our spouses who we decide not simply to marry but
to bear children often times repeating the same mistake time and again, that
have been passed down from one generation to the next, this thing about there
being a “generation gap” pure folly, only such a thing as a “credibility gap”
again this is just my opinion, and the last thing I care to do is to preach to
anyone, I can barely stand the sound of my funny accent.
So what went wrong given how I have painstakingly broken my
own fricken rules that it makes so little sense for anyone to be screaming
along the sidelines as kids who are constantly being told what to do,
ultimately their parents, particularly those wanting to enable them, so as to
make them co-dependants simply doing everything for the kids which is why they
don’t know how and how it is likely that they too will get married, add to the
overpopulation problem, the most serious problem facing our rather delicate by
very well balanced planet and then there is a greater than even chance of them
also getting divorced, and the cycle of us trying to catch our tails,
G-D-Nature having got rid of tails obviously falling on deaf ears.
Ever since I saw at around the time that coach Drei scored
his first goal that the kids were finally getting in to shape, that there was
“a need’ for us to approach “the problem” differently to do something different
I began to tell those kids in the backfield, those playing full backs as well
as midfield to “get up” so as to tighten up the game taking advantage of the
offside rule should the opposing team simply have better “break away” players
who were not necessarily schooled in being “team players” but with such a
strategy one had to face the possibility that once an attacker broke through the
“line of defense” there was really no one else between their “striker” and our
goalie who was faced with protecting a rather large net.
For the previous 3 games or so things seemed to be working
rather well, the idea being that as long as everyone knew his position, held
their ground, was willing as in the case of Mathew “The Thinker” to throw
himself if need be at an attacker, not once, not twice but in the prior game 4
times during one offensive move of the opposing team, then no one could be beat
us, other than of course, the assistant coach who was shouting too much at the
point that the kids were beginning to get shell shocked.
As I said I was raised Jewish Orthodox, have never read the
New Testament other than the first page and a half, bothered mostly by the
words, The meek shall inherit the earth, recently suggesting, The Meek WITH TEETH Shall Inherit The Earth written with a
slight twist such as like this
The Meek
With Teeth
Inherit
Shall
The Earth
Just making a play with words although “numbers” is really
my thing, the 5th book of Moses, is known as “Numbers” and just
about every Jewish boy and girl knows that the sages of old have believed that
the Bible all translates “perfectly” into numbers, the Hebrew word for numbers ãáø×í is
pronounced “Divirim” which can also mean “words” the first three Hebrew
letters, Hebrew written from right to left translating literally into the word,
“speak.”
Only recently did I found out that “Numbers” is the 5th
book of Moses having looked at prayer book I received while studying, although
mostly playing, in Israel in place called Sdeh Boker, near Beersheba, back in
1972, the same year that Shahid’s father was killed by a stampeding buffalo in
Kenya after an 18 year “rich kid” from Texas in not following Bali’s direction
moved after finally shooting one of “The Big 5” the horn of the buffalo ripping
out Bali’s stomach as he pushed the kid out of the “line of fire”, this not
being the first time Bali came close to meeting his maker, sum 9 years earlier
just after being “capped” the Number One Hunter in the world for the first
time, in hunting down a wounded leopard got snared by the wounded leopard and
its mate and after a “life and death” battle, a chunk of the back of neck being
ripped out, Bali killed the leopard with a knife.
Such goriness we rarely see being played on the soccer field, best illustrated
when college students from National University out in Scripps Ranch which
recently got hit during the fires, both Arabs and Jews played on the same
soccer team, something I witnessed on several occasions back in the early 1980s
when I first came out to California, going on several occasions to parties
afterwards at the home of a Saudi Prince who had his own soccer team being
flown all over the world, both Israelis and Arabs sharing this love for what is
a rather remarkable game, as long as everyone plays by the rules.
My big mistake at this last game was not that I changed my
tune, my pitiful mantra “get
up” having absolutely no effect even after coach Drei did the very smart move
of having our JoNathan who in the previous game just like Matthew had his first
really good game, my voice being pretty much the only one on the sidelines.
Coach Drei without me ever telling him, as best I recall,
that once the players understand what is to be expected of each one of them
then it is up them to communicate with one another to keep each other in check,
tu “toe the line” depending on each one doing his thing without feeling the
need to “cover” for someone not performing who if being “beaten to a pulp” can
rely on all his team mates both the other backs, the midfield as well as the
forwards returning to lend a hand, my one soccer practice tutorial where I
began by asking each of the 7 players in attendance, “Why did G-D give us two
ears and one mouth?” finally taken effect, again Coach Drei deserving all the
credit by not catering to the whines of any of the players setting the best
example by having his own son, Curran getting no special treatment,
Nor
At the same time did he, Coach Drei, use his “omnipotent
position” to badger Curran or any of the players into submission which brings
me back to the point about having a dog, an animal that shows “unconditional
love” pretty much however you treat it as long as you feed it and give it a
cuddle once in a while, just like a child coming back time and again, willing
to take it “on the chin” until such time that it wakes up that there is some
other way to get through life other than being a co-dependant, tired of the
hypocrisy, taking its revenge either biting back, running off, perhaps even
committing suicide, I wouldn’t know, for certain, but I have my theories.
I knew although we were up two goals to nil that all my talk
was “4 naught” when Christian, the first to insist I call him “Homey G,”
decided although a forward to come back and give our backs led by Bill, at
center back, a hand, for the simple reason that Homey G saw that neither the
referee nor the linesman were calling the offside play allowing the other team
to come dangerously close to scoring.
Homey G though should not bear any more responsibility than
Homey G5 who left at half time for another engagement no doubt believing that
we had a win securely tucked under our belt, albeit our confidence gained by a
having a “false sense of security”, again just my opinion.
Just before Frostbite’s game Marie+I went first by
Jonathan’s elder sister’s game and what I heard and saw while standing for no
more than 15 minutes along the sidelines was first of all the case of another
parent, the most vocal at all their girl’s game, showing that he also was not
as familiar with the offside rule while playing linesman, perhaps the fact that
this one parent could also talk a lot but couldn’t keep up with the play may,
him being quite the “phatso” [sic] no doubt contributed to his tardiness, again
just my opinion.
But of course this is just a recreational game and as long
as the kids are having fun who really cares, agree?
Well our Danielle didn’t look like she was having that good
a time nor for that matter could any of us read into the faces of the Frostbite
team members that any one of them were having a good time and remember the
photo I have attached was all “posed 4” [sic]?
Sick perhaps, but when I then heard one schoolgirl on
Danielle’s team who was taking a break talk about a horrific case of “child
abuse” which she had read about in an article where the father apparently hung
his daughter over the balcony, perhaps his argument being that he was simply
hanging her “out to dry” I thought of a number of things quite close to home
but none more so than the media who depict these horrific crimes as though they
are every day events without really getting in the knitty gritty of perhaps the
most widespread “child abuse” the syndrome of the “deafeningly silence.”
It was in fact Jonathan’s reaction to my command, “move up”
that told me the extent of how deeply hurt our entire team was, coach Drei
perhaps thinking that of everyone on the team JoNathan would be the one to be
most counted on when “towing the line” instead JoNathan executed worse than
other person playing in the back position, his decision to move in to the
forward position was all the proof I had lost this battle, perhaps better off
joining the Royalists who went after losing the War of Independence up to C
Change builds, most of all, character. There is a need to look, revisit, all the things
we hold dear, and all the things we may have discarded along the way, most of
all there is the lesson each and every one of us can give our children who are
all our futures and that is the notion that although we are older and
supposedly wiser, none of us can control everything that is happening around
us, none of us are Godly, and therefore “always write” [sic].
The kids were relying on me “to tow the line” to make
certain that the rules of the game were being adhered to and when they saw the
other team taking advantage of the situation instead of buckling down focusing
on holding their position, taking their opponents on “one at a time” they
resorted to doing the old time tested routine of fooling around, much like a
King and his jester.
Last night JoNathan caught the tale end of a documentary
about Nostradamus who apparently was Jewish, his father changing the last name
from something that sounded like “Gastro” to this very Catholic sounding name
so as to escape the Spanish Inquisition, the bad French accent making it even
difficult for Marie who is French C
It seems we go from one extreme to the next, there
apparently no middle ground, and why I happen to love this game of soccer that
demonstrates so graphically how one can create a very smooth wave going in both
directions, call it ying and yang, but at the end of the day when you have a team
communicating amongst themselves without interference much like what engineers
try and achieve in terms of getting “increased bandwidth” that with increased
frequency however, one then has to contend with increased “heat” and why the
need to have things on computers and stereo equipment such as “heat sinks”
which dissipate the heat, to mention just in passing, all the fricken noise.
It all comes down to “the finish” the so-called “polishing”
and I cannot think of better way to end this email then to congratulate this
incredible team who came as close as any team I have seen both on the sports
fields as well as in business, to accomplishing the impossible, nothing short
of a perpetual motion machine.
Thank you all and thank you for our $50 gift certificate
which will be put to good use this coming Saturday when we are having a beach
party, you are all invited. The invitation will follow this email.
Again, my apologies for this email perhaps being a little
disjointed, possibly a lot.
I just looked at the clock and it is
If I come across glaring “error” I will notify you all
accordingly, and remember if u think this belongs with the toilet reading
material to help with the “vowel movements” [sic] or else in the trash, go
ahead, remember though, I also happen to practice, despite being a “failed
university business school tutor” focused on helping build a new tribe from
“the bottom up” that 4 every action there is at least an equal and opposite
reaction, nothing is gained nor is there anything lost, such that when one
combines Newton’s basic principle, that m, as in mass, always remains constant,
again in a non-vacuum environment, the only “thing” affecting “change” in e, as
in Energy, is c, which I am all “butt” [sic] is not a constant, further
evidence of both Evolution, as well as the “Love” or so-called “Hand of G-d.”
The instant one lies to oneself one begins going down a
rather squirrelly road eventually ending up in a “tail spin.”
The only way to hold those who “break away” from the pack
who while showing enthusiasm and “drive” that many including me would argue has
got us to the Digital Age where it is getting all but impossible to “duck and
dive” things like email stopping a whole lot of unnecessary chatter that goes
no where, avoiding those “one way” conversations, begin, however, to throw the
others just trying “to hold the line” out of balance, leading to a lot of
finger pointing, and we all know that when one points there are at least 3
fingers pointed backwards, and it just a matter of time before Chaos Theory not
longer holds.
My main business in recent times as mentioned earlier has
been “risk assessment” and I defy anyone on this planet to explain as clearly
as I can explain why Chaos Theory no longer holds true why in fact the markets
have not yet imploded, specifically the stock market, and of course it is
pretty common knowledge these days that the insurance companies are the ones
hell bent on propping up the stock market in order to “cover up” the rather
weak “underwriting” business to mention little of the insurance companies also
so very heavily invested in the real estate markets, my though having a hard
time explaining to our JoNathan and his friend Carl who is visiting with us
today why it may possibly make sense to rent these days rather than buy, gold,
perhaps more so than cash, King these days, my thinking at this time of my
former pal-attorney Mr. King Golden Esq. who back in 1972 stood alongside
Senator Muskie as the senator who was the leading Democratic Party contender
set to win the nomination and then take on Richard Nixon began crying like a
baby just because the media were asking him some pitiful question about his
wife’s spending habits.
We all understand rather well the concepts involved in going
“backwards and forwards” seeing what works and what doesn’t paying very careful
attention to folks like the media and the talking heads putting their “spin on
things” most such individuals spineless characters, but most of all we should,
I believe, be paying the most attention to folks like Pythagoras who said,
“Number is the essence of all things, good or evil” and Leonardo Di Vinci who
got a whole number of things right, most importantly the critical role of women
in our society, the hand that truly rocks the cradle, women by their very
nature being far better at things like mathematics and physics, their ability
to “multi-task” and of course there is lots of emotion us males who actually listen
better than what women in general give us credit for, but our more sensitive
half being kept out of such disciplines for sum 1,500 years from the time of
Pythagoras sum 500 years before Christ until Leonardo Di Vinci around the
middle of the last millennium, the result, in my opinion, again, being man’s
testosterone getting out of control
As one, however, gets closer and closer to the truth,
avoiding at all cost those who see dispensing with the truth, again believing
themselves tu be godly, accumulating ungodly fortunes thinking like heathens
this is the way to the “promised land” so there is always a counterbalance
which I happen to believe is the force we refer to as “gravity” all geared
toward keeping everything in balance.
I have news for folks for such folks, bearing in mind that
it is only in non-vacuum environment where we can hear any sound, the need now
more than ever given the precarious nature of our markets for only the truth to
be told, G-D is truth. G-D is DNA, Name G-D DNA.
And lets celebrate this Saturday night, 5,6,7,8 who do we
appreciate?
