6802. THE NEAR AND THE FAR

THE NEAR AND THE FAR

So, the near and the far have no things between

them, and I am stuck in this middle. I have killed a

man and left him dead. No, no, that's not true at all.

I have risen a man up from the dead, touching his

cloak. Yes, Lazarus arise. That sort of thing. Let me

see what else : I have made you soup from carrots, 

and offered you my pieces of bread; I have painted

myself into a corner, but levitated my way out. Yes,

though not in real life. I rowboated  -  this is true  -  

through a storm when I should have taken shelter:

tree limbs falling on the shore, wind and water

washing my face, and the rowboat itself just get

blown where it may. My two oars were useless,

even in those oar-thingies, which I now forget the

name of. Yes, there's a specific name for that, where

the oars go, that metal thing, sort of like a 'U'. A

bolt of lightning hit quite nearby, and I saw frogs

blown skyward from it. I saw frogs blown skyward

from it. Yes. I saw frogs blown skyward from it.

Talk about something making an impression....