you were thinking
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"There would never be a better time..."
might be a good starting line for a poem or story.
and a Dutch boy, aged 11, in the province of Limburg on the German/holland border just after the Nazi occupation of Holland.
The US soldiers handing out chocolate.
Smiling and turning their heads as the bolder boys jumped up and take some rations from the Supply Trucks.
After a diet of mostly turnip, the food tastes so rich and fulfilling.
Innocents, too young to fight, too young to even appreciate the carnage.
Bullied and intimidated by their oppressors, the US soldiers are true life heros in their eyes, as kind as their invaders were cruel.
The 11 yr old, shyer than the older boys, slips into a truck at the rear of the convoy to look for food.
Instead, he finds inside, the terrible cost of their deliverence. The dead US soldiers swinging slowly on hooks fills him with dread and he quickly jumps down.
"What's up boy? You look like you've seen a ghost?" A soldier asks, a concerned look on his face.
But the boy doesn't understand. He waits for the retribution. Then he remembers and a crooked smile appears.
The soldier shrugs, offers him some chocolate and ruffles his hair.
The boy thanks him and runs off.
The image imprinted, is passed from father to son and the son remembers the story and makes a vitual imprint.
May the children of Iraq and of the US, UK and other forces enjoy the chance soon to be with their own fathers.
you were thinking;
how will they view us in the future with their fourth dimensional perceptions? will they think us feeble and dim for not seeing the world aright?
Are we looking at the world upside down and inside out? Do we live on the outside of the Universe, our curved corneas fooling us into false assumptions. Is the sun my consciousness, the moon my sub-conscious, the earth my body?
Do we all see the same sun or is it a point through which all our souls pass, where the atoms that make up our body are the stars that make up the sky, the distant galaxies our ancestors.Is the Milky Way the sperm of God? (teehee)
Am I out there, a collection of stars, matter and energy, that, along with all the other bodies focus our timeless eternal souls upon the dusty showbooth of earth?
Are we sending ships further out towards our selves?
Ahh to be a snail, who sees in one dimension. Everywhere he looks, its a straight line.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.