Poesie
story about the narrow minded foolness of old men
the third eye is made of stone
On our trip in Nepal, more nolens than volens overwhelmed by the eloquence of an enterprising Chinese, I had bought myself a grey-banded sphere, of incredible value, the merchant assured me, intended to open one's eyes to the origins and background of being, after lengthy haggling for a limp 2 dollars and the leather strap to carry it for free. What self-affirmation!! When I wanted to ask him about the meaning and purpose of what we had bought, the successful dealer's willingness to talk was...