This one is an introduction to the Tao, Blood-squeak, and the French weevils…
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Tao: Live every moment of your heartbeat; where else would you live?
Bloop-squeak: But life is a carousel, and it’s crowded with moments.
Tao: So live fearless in your innocence; and accept every gift that comes your way to be claimed.
Bloop-squeak: I’m not a saint or a guru you know.
Tao: Doesn’t matter; every saint, guru, and dead-eyed duck has passed through this way at one time or another and gave a little wink as they passed through, to say: arrr.
Bloop-squeak: Alright, I’ll pay the bloody toll. How much is it?
Tao: Only you can decide how much it’s worth.
Bloop-squeak: Man, I tell you, this is really esoteric.
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Tao: Any last requests before you go?
Bloop-squeak: I’d like dinner in bed all day long tomorrow, for a start.
Tao: That can be arranged.
Bloop-squeak: And my hair cut down to my waste.
Tao: Sure, whatever you want.
Bloop-squeak: And a hamburger every Sunday.
Tao: It’s on the list.
Bloop-squeak: I almost feel converted.
Tao: So, we’re almost half way there then.
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Bloop-squeak: Half way there to what?
Tao: Oh, you know: somewhere, or not somewhere.
Bloop-squeak: I have only dust in my pockets.
Tao: That’s enough to get you into your next dream.
Bloop-squeak: Really?
Tao: Oh yes.
Bloop-squeak: But it’s not half past five yet and time to go home.
Tao: You must stop living in the clock world, or you will be doomed to live in time.
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Bloop-squeak: I can almost feel a drama queen climbing up my hatches, and calling me Pinky if I was to say I agree with this.
Tao: Almost is not enough; and stop being so agreeable. You must batten down your hatches and call out for help.
Bloop-squeak: Oh, I’ve done that a fair bit, I can tell you.
Tao: You must keep on trying until you succeed.
Bloop-squeak: Got any dancing girls?
Tao: What?
Bloop-squeak: Have you got any dancing girls?
Tao: Billions.
Bloop-squeak: Throw one this way then, will you, for it’s time for me to go dancing on this carousel.
Tao: The next boat to the other side will be along when you wake up.
Bloop-squeak: No dancing?
Tao: You can dance on the other side.
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Bloop-squeak: I feel I am already there.
Tao: Dinner will be served at six in the reflection scheme; ties and guests are not compulsory.
Bloop-squeak: Can I bring Saint Hilda’s muse with me to break the ice and change things if I want to?
Tao: You can bring whoever you want, but you can only go on alone.
Bloop-squeak: I will think about this and get back to you when I have made a decision.
Tao: Do. Do not. All is a poem that lives in the now.
Bloop-squeak: Can you spice that up a bit for me and send it via carrier pigeon to my next address?
Tao: That could be arranged.
Bloop-squeak: You are so kind.
Tao: We do our best sir.
Bloop-squeak: Almost a silk purse later and I was counting my dreams and looking for change to give to the beggar who’d arrived and was selling me guessing games against my will, sophomorphic and silly.
Tao: Do not discount wisdom because it comes from somewhere you’ve never been?
Bloop-squeak: I am all ears if I am anything, most of the time, but sometimes I can see it as a service elevator spinning upwards and grinning.
Tao: How can anyone drink that wine and remain sober?
Bloop-squeak: Who said anyone was sober around here?
Tao: I’ve no idea.
Bloop-squeak: It’s all dust and dreams then, where we appear to go or come to disappear where we may you say?
Tao: Something like that.
Bloop-squeak: Then I must bag my chestnuts while I may.
Tao: Yes, you must.
Bloop-squeak: So what is it: must, or may; just so I’m not confused here?
Tao: You must make up your own mind as to what it is.
Bloop-squeak: I think it must be French weevils by the sound of it.
Tao: It is now time to tear up the tickets of your thinking in your thoughts and make another sound in the underground….
French weevils: French weevils here, is this the underground?
End of part one…
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