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until a force comes along, maybe a "force" such as disease, and the doctors tell her she has cancer.
That happiness would be gone. She would stay depressed until another "force" came along.
They finish filling the garbage bag with money and I take it. Something so valuable p laced in a
garbage bag, there is something poetic about that, something symbolic. I run out of the bank and
get into my partner's car. His hands are sweating, his face probably is too, and I'm the one who did
all of the talking. We drive away with a garbage bag full of money, but we have no real intentions
of spending the money on ourselves. He drives into a parking garage and we get out and look at the
money. He takes off his sad theater mask and his suit jacket and tells me he doesn't know if he can
keep doing this.
I ask him what he means. I knew exactly what he meant. He couldn't keep risking his life and
freedom for other people, people he didn't even know. I tell him that there are way too many people
suffering out there from poverty, from starvation, from whatever, simply because of this
imbalance in the world. I wanted to tell him that he wasn't angry enough. That he didn't have
enough hate in his heart. And then I wake up.
Some people die because of a lack of food, and others die because they have too much food.
Starvation, obesity. If that's not imbalance, I'm not sure what is. Simple mathematics will tell you
that if you have one apple on each end of a table, totaling up to two apples, and you take one apple
from one end and put it alongside the other apple on the other end, you have subtracted one apple
from one end and added an apple to the other end. I visualize what was once balance, but is now
There is probably enough food in the world to feed every mouth, but some mouths take more than
they are welcome to. How can someone right this wrong? Do you steal that apple back, and bring it
to the mouths that starve? Do you steal that money and give it to those who need it? Robin Hood
would say yes. He would say you have to do the wrong thing for the right reason.
Earlier today I'm checking my mail, and I hear someone coming down the stairs. It's Mary, who
lives in the apartment above me. She walks by a nd nods, and I nod back. She is walking so quickly
that it's apparent that she's late for something, maybe work, maybe an appointment. I'm standing
there with my mail in my hand, thinking to myself, realizing that almost every time I see Mary she
is in some sort of hurry. A look in her eye that she may not accomplish what needs to be
accomplished, and that scares her to death.
I start to wonder if she is always in a hurry because she wants to be in a hurry, like a piece of rock
moving through outer space on some pointless voyage to nowhere. I start to think, are people the
way they are simply because they are that way, and they want to stay that way. They want to keep
being that way. If this is truth then that would mean, according to the aforementioned science, that
people can never change. Not unless a force comes along and changes them. Maybe a force such as
love, or hate.
SIXES AND SEVENS
There are those who will tell you that numbers, mathematics, have the potential to answer every