Well…it’s a shame. To see the President of a country saying: I’m going

to invade another country because it’s my duty. I’m going to recurre to

violence and obliteration to do it. I’m the Boss and I say so…

And we are talking about a diminutive…5’7″ ? foot tall man. Saying such

a thing. Without considering disrupting an entire region in the world…

That’s why I love the cemetery, or one of the reasons. I come so

frequently to it and see the futility of my neighbor boasting about his

riches and all its material achievements… going down into his eternal

living room…without a cent of his fortunes…being a co worker…

this or that…a worldwide leader…it’s the same. Two meters down the

ground surface we are food for the worms. And that’s ok with me.

Worms eat too. As we did when we were alive and used our skills to

survive. The cemetery gives me a wide perspective on things ahead of

me. Or so I think. May not be so. Being my mind limited in countless

ways. But…I see people cry and sigh in desperate ways at the time of

their last goodbyes…while I smoke a cigarette and drink my Tequila.

And feel pity for them. I don’t exult at their sorrow. No. I guess I have

grown inured to some degree of seeing bodies being interred every day.

Now, let me go back to my enjoyment of having my Tequila and limes.

Smoking my cigarette and read with the petroleum lamp and the warm

company of Lobo at my feet. Ah, and the old tree arms caressing my

cheeks.

EO