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June 3, 2008 Brown Birkenstocks – Dream Shoes?

“This should be a snap,” my Person thought to himself. In a type of Oblivion he was not cognizant of me, Being, at all. He was only aware of that hussy, Futura, with all her promises of good times & exciting scenarios. Dazzled by her false promises he had entirely forgotten about me and my Glory. Entranced with her visions of stability and contentment the Siren easily drew him to his doom. Sadly I watched him tread down the path to perdition. I must confess the excitmente of the Voyeur was not entirely lacking, as I eagerly anticipated my Person’s descent into Chaos & Confusion. How diabolically fun, in some ways, watching him fall into traps he had set up for himself. I might have warned him, if I was able – but probably not – for pain & mistakes are the best teachers. I also suspect, though am not positive, that the Muse and the Universe had some Divine Scheme worked out – that was still unfolding – unbeknownst to the rest of us.

So my Person took a deep breath and went to take care of his excruciating task. In his mind this necessary duty was probably akin to the labors of Hercules. What courage it took – facing the Monstrous Public in their Horrifying Den of Materialism – and then having to make the Dreaded Choice. Life is so difficult for him. Obsessed as he was with the Muse – drawn by the passion and excitement of their time together, the unpredictability of her demands, the drama, the potentials, the roller coaster of emotions their relation entailed – he rarely ventured out. And when he did it was always with fear & trepidation.

“Will they like me? Or will they laugh at the way I dress & behave? They’ll probably shun me – or worse yet – publicly humiliate me with a snide remark. Aurgh! Why does life have to be so hard?””

Poor guy. He’s read so much about wisdom – can spout all the tried & true phrases with assurance and depth. But he’s just so inadequate when it comes to shopping at the Mall.

So he meditated a little extra to calm his harried nerves – practiced some Tai Chi to align Body & Mind – then played some organ to harmonize his Soul. After he had finally settled down enough to face the Demons he entered into his beat-up chariot on his fateful quest to the Leather Shop – the local shoe store.

“Uh,” he murmured hesitantly, “I want some brown Birkenstocks.” Then blurted out, as if in a hurry to get this ordeal over with, “a little dressier – for work.“

“Whew!” He thought to himself, “I think I might have been half way intelligible.”

“Sure. Let me check to see what we have.” She returns after going into the back of the store. “You’re in luck. We have one pair left in your size.”

“Perfect fit. Great. I’ll take them.”

“Remember to break them gradually over a few weeks.” – “But I need them for work tomorrow night.” – “Most of the time they need some break-in time.” – “I’m sure they’ll be OK. I did it before with black Birkenstocks – at my other job.” – “It’s your choice. However I must warn you, for I’ve had customers bring back their shoes, because they thought they didn’t fit. I broke mine in gradually and they’re my favorite shoes.“ – “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Was last time.”

Subliminally to himself: “It was meant to be – a snap. The perfect fit. The last remaining pair. The Universe loves me. Life is good.”

Poor soul – residing in a Fool’s paradise – and due for a rude awakening. I eagerly anticipated the Drama of the collision of his Dreams with Reality.