The only state of being better than independence is unity; unity combines independent ingredients to form a new entity. There is a mysterious element to unity since the unified whole exhibits an extra dimension which was not present prior to being combined, for example: if two people could each carry fifty pounds of weight, together they can carry 150 pounds of weight—an inexplicable thing.
In America unity is symbolized by the toilet bowl, which just happens to be very appropriate. It is known in the Cabala that the human being is a small world made of seven continents and three oceans: the three parts of the brain are vast pools of water and the seven parts of the body: two arms, two legs, torso and sex combined with the power of speech emanating from the mouth correspond to the seven continents. |
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If the person is similar to the world than also the world is similar to a person; since the world is female and still an embryo, the body with the head bent like the three Scandinavia lobes; the mouth, Australia; the feet Antarctica, the shoulders and the arms Europe and Asia with Great Britain and Japan the fingers; the Middle East the sex (the Mediterranean Sea the vagina) the legs and thighs are South America and Africa; leaving North America to be the buttocks of the world. The Mississippi is the cleavage between the cheeks and New Orleans the anus—anyone who has been to the French Quarter can attest to that.
When I was growing up in America baseball was the national sport; I can recall as a child in grade school being treated to television in the hallways so the teachers would not be deprived of watching the game between classes. People put their jobs in jeopardy by feigning sickness to go the game. America was a meditative country, quick and sure, playing each out in game of wits with the other countries of the world. In baseball you do not have to be the biggest or the fastest—you need to be the smartest.
Over the years of my life baseball has been overtaken by football—an aggressive sport where generally the biggest wins; similarly, our country has taken that stance with the world establishing ourselves as Super Power. We even have a Super Bowl when the vast majority of Americans throughout the world gather to watch the game, but it is the halftime activity which is the unifying event—that’s when everyone goes to relive themselves. The Super Bowl which truthfully should be called the Toilet Bowl since it is the country’s most unifying occasion, more than voting and more than religion; sports is inclusive of all classes and peoples in this vastly inclusive country.
So as we ratchet up the energy for the appointed day of the Super Bowl, since it is there that we register our part in the unity of America with the flush of this mutual halftime activity, we find ourselves contemplating: Iraq, Afghanistan, the threat of a Third World War and we must wonder if in the slick world between Dick, Bush and the seething smell of excrement stands the future of America and the fate of the world?
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