There was the American Revlution, and that brought us wonderful American antiques legends. In contrast, we have the glorious revolutionaries of North Korea led by their silly little lunatic from Mars. The last little east side gang bully, balls no racket much left. Some Dear Leader. Some Glorious Revolutin. It is a strange cruel comedy that we all else, mostly have so far evolved since 1950, this place has remained worse than the same. Starvation caused by the same senseless hearless follies of Joe Stalin's Ukraine collective.
How we learned anything since then? Apparently, some have not. Even dear beleaguered Cuba may be soon drawing itself into the umbrella of acceptable, by all, which means the United states, and get on with success. The people of Cuba, we hear are resourceful and higly resilient. Which, really people are everywhere. Desparat North Korean women are cossing over into, and returning from virtual marraige wife slavery to demanding Chinese men who see these dear wretches as sub human Oh my god.
Buddha, anyone? What is happening to souls when we all remain aware but too too self contained, needy of it all to keep spinning as we have no resources to outside that grinding onslaught of. It all. At least we are noit North Koreans. Yet. But a warning that some feel themselves better lurks in this scene, as we see laying, as a racket against the body, in the losing tennish match for liberty, happines, and oft times life in Tibet.
Some Olympics. some Games. Some heart. Some civilization. Tennis, match, game, over. Clear the skies, or game is over. We need not fear the peole of China, they are wonderful. We do need to be aware their long held and present more than ever feat of instability. Confucious set the templatefor acceptable behavior while Buddha taught us west to sense and be as of and with God.Our One God willing
There is no actual God in China, but devotion to the state is all. How we play our tennis matches with each mental frame will determine we got forward in the matches at our risk. Ahead of is darkness, and we must lean into the wind of our destiny as it draws us into that, bring our own light as we the the light, and our God. We need not impose, we will not be imposed upon. We began that way, we stray, the people catch on, right the ship, safe harbour, sun out, match set point game over not yet, soon yet for us each tennis champion of our own personal desinies.
Our good carries on, our balls and all into our glorious proeny. And our srength lies there, we know. They know. God willing, we are not done yet. No sir.
