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China

863

Singapore

596

United Kingdom

415

United States

320

Brazil

202

Germany

157

Vietnam

83

Netherlands

66

Sweden

65

Other

327

keeping things straight

KEEPING SOULS IN A LEDGER

In the colorful blur of St. Mary’s Square, a message on the clock said, “Know son the evil and flee thence!” I had been sleepless in SF entering Grant Avenue the entrance to Chinatown. I lugged my suitcase through the crowded street like an assassin on a mission. Inside my suitcase is a leather-bound ledger, where I make the infinitesimal notation of entering a soul. I made a mark “+” if the soul merits recycling and a mark of “-,” if it should be returned to the fires of Hell.

Mother, my eyes are pierced by the sunrise between two corporate buildings, and my legs grow weak.

Mother, if I transmigrate, how would you know me if I came as to your door as a puppy?

 

In the matter of mothers, schizophrenia is allowed. And in the matter of souls kept in a ledger with their merits and demerits the world keeps a record of harm done. I am sworn as a notary, and my commission expires when the seas consume the land. When all is said and done, I was a good clerk in the ethereal realm.

Essay -- you are nothing!

YOU ARE NOTHING!

It was a building in San Franciso speaking to me. The building was all white and it was a hospital on Pine Street, a mile south of downtown. I shouted back that it was nothing. Some nothingness is stronger than other nothingness, and in this case, the building was stronger than me; it was a fortress, an invincible construction where it housed labs, blood, needles, and people. Some people go in in some condition, and they come out in another condition, about that this is all we can say.

 

The Tao says that health cannot be bought, it must be earned.

 

I was the tai chi master of the supermarket and not only that, but I was also the reader of souls, and Jimmy Carter was president. I said that I would read his book someday. Some time later, after all of this, I received a card from Jimmy and Rosalind that was simply signed. They could write their own signatures. But I don’t know about that buffoon in the White House today. It is like monsoon rain, a lot of inconvenience and we need it to soften the hardened mud, but despite its heavy volume, it ends rather quickly when it ends, and things go back to a tolerably drear.

 

Things are really like that – come thingness and go nothingness. In Chinese sensibility, whiteness is death, the funerial color. Even so, I was so out of it, I was not afraid, because I was even more afraid of life.