We can and not khan but shall begin and end this oriental discussion with a matter that passed, in it's way, before me and again after this story. And it involves the involuntary reflex action that most experience at sea due to the motion of the bobbin and weaving of the waves in storms. I won that sea sick battle and I want to share with you how. You know why. So more on that, which as I say precedes this series of events in war stricken Berlin weeks later. It does not take much out there to experience your American antiques freize, or freeze into destiny.
I found that even to be thought of as American, as seems a Canadian destiny, is to invite the wrath of God. Well, more Genghis. And it stirs your soul in ways that cause you to seek out a washroom. We were at the Berlin Wall and a Mongol soldier was looming over me while we awaited entry into West Berlin. We on the train. On the track. West of West Berlin. At this place, you are not in any control of your destiny, as we had been warned.
I was not sitting right and he wanted to shoot me for it. Or that perhaps my very existance was to him not intended by his gods, nor in the pony love of his fondest dreams. That is a ridiculous aside I throw in, no offence to the ponies of Mongolia. Well, and as an afterthought perhaps but still of import to the gentlemen named Genghis who ride ponies. I have no knowledge of such modern behavior. Alexander kissed his Generals. If you can please allow your swords and my tongue to remain as is all will be green and as pleasing under the skies of our allah and your God.
Or which way as applies. At that moment, and I think likely now if we should bump into each other on the streets of Ulan Bator - that man I saw who spoke to me of all mystery could be as old buddies. Mates. Fellow soldiers in the great clashes of life. My younger new friend Genghis may now perhaps own a trailer park now, some ghurts, with some Canadian mining crews there now. It seems Mongolia so far only trusts capitalism from Canada. The capitalist help they are constantly offered from nearby friends Russia and China apparently leaves them cold.
Can you believe neighbors can be that untrusting of the neighbors? Yes you can. And your name is Genghis? What a corner of the earth. Yes well, there is that nutball of North Korea nearby, and Japan. Paradise all around you can't you see? No? Never mind the winters. They have minerals and Canada knows how to turn that into more than ponypiss. So, meanwhile, back in October 1961 near a newly minted Berlin Wall was not ever going to spawn someone like a friendfrom this clay. Sure, we could try to hang out at the ghurt.
Here, you may make love to my pony, you are my friend, she will understand. Where is your your pony, is she pretty? How sweet is her breathe? Meanwhile, as my mind returns back on the ground, I resumed my way too late ways to enlightenment to my next moment. Do you know that when you look inside the open hole at the end of a machine gun that you sense an overarcing urgent wish to get free? simple truths out of the mouths of a Bambi. Or a helpless moth drawn to the bright flashes in the sky? If you could ever evolve wings, this is the moment.
Which of course does not arrive so a fool and a bully continue to inspect the color of the central circle in each others eyes. His were pure black. As coal. And yet now my impulse surged at how divine life is, beautiful.
Can you achieve eternal harmony? Yes. Even you. You too Khan.
Derek Dashwood enjoys noticing positive ways we progress, the combining of science into the humanities to measure politics, wise use and mis use of power and protective love at