I walk around, i hear a lot
Of a new theory that explains
That you and I are in a plot
Like morphine to their veins
As if we were, and they were not
The ones who just had to create
A world where facts are put to wait
And open space for little lies
But then I take it to your eyes
They clear the slate
A couple years ago,
I told you that X was happening
Someone said it was impossible,
that X could never happen.
You believed him.
Turned out that X was true.
Then that same person
with the same tools
told you that X had been,
briefly,
but was no more.
You believed, of course.
Turns out X is obviously still there.
( and your source obviously knew it all along )
Now I was trying to get you to see
the logical consequences of X.
But you're still there
in that same old place, right?
Good luck.
Peter Himmelman is my favorite. I don't know if he is better than the others, for me he is, by far.
He is also the author of two books that helped me a lot. I follow him in everything.
I have admiration for his values and his beautiful jewish Family.
When he shares about his grandchild, I say mazal tov and feel nachas.
The world needs more jewish babies.
I really feel those precious little ones are the second thing I would visit if I had wings.
Just telling how I feel.
How we can get so much from someone physically far.
Thank you.
A little deal
makes things a little easy
Until your hands, they get so greasy
That nothing seems quite real
You threw away my helpful tools
Because you cried you had seen Casper
You set on the leg of your investor
And made the Village sing the blues
