Tokyo was a Zen master architecture town – built upon high spiritual ground – I went wrong – just another subway exit, and there I was – .. there is damage – a child screams – a woman is hurt (needs to be saved), and don Quijote rushes straight into the danger situation which he apprehends as nihil, to slay dragons and the like, then RasulAllah says: ‘when you see a Qafr just walk straight upon him’ – but you might be subjected to ‘happy surprises’ , so to speak – you suddenly find a smiling woman instead (she wanted you to come to her), where you without seeing – without sensing – without clear sight , perceived the darkness..
‘that is namely the whole activity of the Knight of the Sorrowful Countenance’
And Syrian Girl says: ‘I didn’t miss missile o’clock’
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In Tokyo the architecture there was namely HOW things were placed , in which ANGLE the tunnel was going in asymmetrical patterns, how the exists were placed also Zen asymmetrical.. not mainly THAT at thing was beautiful as a façade.. It made colors of the people living there come forth, (in Tokyo public bath for famous popular poets – like myself – was to go into a toilet – sit down to pee – and let the toilet seat machine – wash your ass – at least 4 times – it was very pleasant thinking time indeed..) just to my left – I was totally sure – but – as this mega famous like me – you had time to think about your next step less than a milli second – so I went across the road – then I was absolutely sure ‘now I’m coming down, towards that drinking machine, where I love to buy, peach juice,’ I turned right over street ‘there is that gap I passed right ‘ I peeked into the side street, to the left afar, about 300 meters.. ‘not this far.. it was the opposite’ ‘it was the opposite’ echoed through my head – as I didn’t recognize the side street, more than a little.. at least so I thought.. but knew somewhere and not only somewhere but I knew I was wrong..
‘probably a double..’ I took a short homely road – with some cars belong to some families with young children, the short passage was having that atmosphere about it, of playing children, and intimate friendships between children, which made the parents come together, in like a Paradise bubble, broken first when Mammon worship at some point came in.. which it maybe didn’t do in Japan.. I remembered my own paradisical (not parasitical) childhood , which had been like a dream of fantastic adventures, but broken to pieces by the horror of societal demands of money, career, and status..
And I imagined that as I had seen many times previously the thing was somehow similar – when the roads were close to each other me thinking ‘this IS all too far – I KNOW and this road leads down ALL TOO LONG… but – what the Hell – I keep on!..’
The idea was – that when you did not have time to think about something – you get your ass there physically instead ‘get your ass down here quick!’ so that’s what I did!
As I kept on I became more sure – almost certain ‘but you never know!’ – I thought – ‘time goes so quickly for me.. I am all the time in action.. I might simply not have noticed the way’ as I was walking up, the I turned right again, it was a big street crossing ..
And Jack thought about Syrian Girl, Jack’s sex-slave, did express something which revealed a flaw in her character, that Jack had suspected a long time.. that was the reason he had not accepted her wifehood yet, since she, by some reason, no matter how extremely clever and super-sexy the girl was, didn’t really understand the essence of monotheistic thinking..
She wrote: ‘The biggest mistake to make is to forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Forgiveness I earned.’
Jack responded, to put her on the right way:
‘It is a horrid mistake.. But ‘forgiveness is far beyond your control.. I’ll forgive you’ as Mr. Pecksniff says in Bleak House by Dickens.. ‘I’ll forgive you John…’ and that is the answer.. If you do not comprehend this, you are in danger of thinking yourself on the level of God, so intone ‘There is no God but Allah’ three times honey..’