You may think you can when you only hope you can. Now with great Asia rising is a wise time to reach out in some ways we never have. And in. We all came ouf of Africa, and we each all share that same grand parental initial mother and father. Not Biblical wishes could make this a reality. Only God. And now science agrees. And if such a moment is one that you may wish to avoid, we feel your pain and uncertainty. But. Big but here. If life so thrusts this upon us it will occur.



It is occuring all around us, look and see. So, at least to me I see we are all as one. Life becomes vibrantly alive and precious. Well, not so much the aim of the rifle of Genghis. But still yet much other good was, and is, all around us. I did notice that then, and still feel it is true. In this vein perhaps I have to ask. Did you know you can control your urge to vomit when you are enjoyingm the rolling ocean waves? Well, perhaps not the urge, that does burst up through you as your stomach decides to return all into your uneager lap.

As diarhrea so backs on up, so does life. Although you immediately sense this all in your gut. To get it from your gut to your brain without release out your mouth becomes job one. All of your inadequate for this purpose trained mind is now into you as your beleaguered brain resists, puzzled. This takes work. I had been warned of this back aboarding ship in San Francisco harbour. My new bride was one lone passenger on this ancient rust bucket on it's last voyage. And I worked in the Engine Room.

And so we passed through Panama to Hamburg, to drop us all off still more alive than dead. My bride saw this was an occasional unsure likelihood. But you know young brides. So after we hit the beaches of Hamburg, the ship would end up in Japan and come back at us an automobile in the future. Not in 1961, when only toys and games then went to GI Joe. Bujt here was my moment with fate at it would not be held back. Like my stomach contents all wanted to be free. This occured tome in waves. My job was head joe boy in the engine room, clean up detail and staff of me.

So by the time we got to Nicuagura I felt queasy. And by the time he hit Costa Rica I was all over it. Well not in fact but it felt as if. So here we were. Off the waves in the bright bounty sea. And me green as can be. So by the time the storm outside was lifting the ship sideways I ran to top deck like a rage doll. Not to complain or justify, but the fumes, the noises and that constant sticky oily slurp of my dissolving shoes made when I walked now I end up wiring the tops of my shoes to the soles to keep them as one.

At any rate, all of this somehow all can come to you as an unwelcome visit as from hell. No divine inspiration in this. No this finally then found my feet making that rat tat tat sound on the metal steps only in my case now slorp I sailed up that engine room ladder and I surely did then burst upstairs out that steel door. I am sure I opened it, and I raced down several corridors, my mouth filling up, only the tinest dribbles on my shoes and my vomit impulse was in full control.

But I would not open my mouth. My eyes watering, my mouth dribbling, my cheeks fully puffing out, I did there resist you God. This was my vessel and it would stay put, vomit dribbles and all else open. An inner experience is almost still acceptable I found. Not pleasant, smelly, foul, you hope your bride never hears of this, you big strong man. So you can imagine. By the time I got to deck rails I heaved over.

And by the time we got to Germany all hell broke loose. So how you determine your hell and your inner calm and your peace and yes you can. A Khan do mind set: it is all up to you.Not written in any winds. Until you print it there by your actions. Words are fine. But actions count.