Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double-spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye
Engrossed in his corner, he passed on to the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space
For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity of astronomy known as the black hole
He was hardly ugly for his time and conversation was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures were called for and, as in antiquity, the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation
But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses
And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one another, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other
"What does this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully
"Nothing for desert, sir?" came the reply, "Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse, or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind," quickly he shot back
And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close
And by the time he emerged on the sunny street, he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images
It was rush hour in Hawaii, only 10am
Engrossed in his corner, he passed on to the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space
For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity of astronomy known as the black hole
He was hardly ugly for his time and conversation was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures were called for and, as in antiquity, the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation
But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses
And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one another, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other
"What does this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully
"Nothing for desert, sir?" came the reply, "Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse, or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you don't mind," quickly he shot back
And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close
And by the time he emerged on the sunny street, he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images
It was rush hour in Hawaii, only 10am
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