Marry a Mandarin

Why did you have no child? Why not now?

What I'm going to intrude into your life and say next fits with my thesis that we are in a >Divinely Groomed< Marriage of American Civilization with the beautiful Bride named China, and a world triumph of Good might be their offspring.

Of course, there are many, many possibilities of how the world and all peoples may express themselves, but this is one that has momentum all its own. The Chinese are learning English because it is the great language for Law. They are also mastering our European strings and orchestras more deeply than are we. And their excellence in mathematics and abstract study is a Joy and wonderful gift to the future.

Can you imagine, dear friend, having two half Asian boys, two sons to raise into your old age? math and engineering and electronics and aviation and physics and philosophy and poetry and awe.

Yes! Marry a Mandarin soon, friend. Have a son and raise him well.

The day before Halloween . . .

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Synchronicity wrapped him fittingly in the obits.



The flash of immortal peach-red that is caught in flight is where the flicker gets its name.



His tail begins in a heiroglyph.

A flicker appeared on my walk. There on a drainage grate in the gutter, he lay with no mark or movement. He hadn't been there when I was coming from the other direction, only now when I returned.

It gave me a chance to meet the lady in the little frame house right there, her door was open anyway, and I asked her for some newspaper so I could carry this treasure home.

It was such a gift because I have loved these gorgeous woodpeckers ever since I met them in Idyllwild, at Helen Bell's cabin, when I'd take care of her on the weekends.