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Writing Season 2026: Week One

Fun Run and Blogging Challenge Update

September 1-30

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This year, Writing.Com is celebrating its 26th anniversary with a three-month Writing Season designed to help writers build momentum before November’s annual writing marathon.  Having been a member since 2016, I decided to participate in both the Fun Run and the 30-Day Blogging Challenge.

The season consists of three parts:

September: The Fun Run

A writing warm-up challenge with daily prompts and a personal word-count goal. Writers can follow the prompts or write whatever inspires them.

October: Base Camp

Daily activities and exercises designed to help writers develop and organize projects for November.

November: The Marathon

The main writing event, where participants choose goals ranging from 25,000 to 100,000 words and focus on completing a major writing project.

My long-term goal is to assemble a collection of poetry and short fiction for possible publication in December:

Poetic Madness from the Cosmos: Collected Poems, 2016-2026

In addition, I am participating in Writing.Com’s September Blogging Challenge, which I will track separately from my Fun Run entries.

Current Fun Run Progress

• Goal: 5,000 words
• Current Total: 3,406 words
• Progress: 68%
• Remaining: 1,594 words

September 1

Summary

The first day focused primarily on science fiction, future dystopias, political commentary, and the early development of what I am now calling The COSMOS Chronicles, an interconnected series exploring the rise of a powerful artificial intelligence and its impact on humanity.

The Sudden Silence

The Sudden Silence

(from my unpublished novel, “Giant Nazi Spiders.”

The day the world ended

Began with a sudden silence

Power and the internet

 

Cell phones, electrical systems

All fell silent

For several days

 

Rumors spread

The world was under attack

 

Aliens had knocked out

The power

Through an EMP weapon

 

A few days later

The power came back on

The world was now part

Of the galactic Empire

 

Ruled by the master race

Giant spider-like creatures

The dreaded Khan

 

Who executed millions of people?

Wiping out the entire leadership

Of the world

 

And anyone who dared

Question their right

To take over the world.

Additional Writing

Ted Cruz on Paxton: Irony Abounds

 

1410 word count

 

Senator Ted Cruz,

campaigning in favor

of Paxton,

 

said

 

that Paxton

has a clear record

in support of lower taxes,

less regulation,

 

strong border security,

and being tough on crime;

strong on the military,

 

a good Christian,

a family-values-oriented candidate.

 

Ignoring, of course,

that Paxton,

like his hero Trump,

 

is accused by critics of corruption,

was impeached,

and faced securities-fraud charges;

 

accused of illegal voting,

owner of numerous rental properties,

and accused of widespread corruption.

 

And he has openly

carried on with his mistress,

flaunting his affair,

 

hardly a family-values man,

whatever that means,

 

and hardly a poster child

for Christian values.

 

The irony abounds,

and the public,

according to the poet,

 

is not buying

what Ted Cruz

is selling.

 

Seeing Paxton

for what he is:

the most corrupt

poltician of them all.

 

 

 

The COSMOS Chronicles – Part One

Shadow on the Snow, The Last Ground Hog Day

 

To the invisible masters of the universe

Those shadowy investors who controlled the government

The military, the media, culture, and society.

 

There were many things

That did not make sense anymore

That should be jettisoned.

 

To make way for the new emerging world

A world in which the new AI overlords

would gradually take over

And humanity will be taken care of

But the human committee would remain in charge.

 

the committee that did not exist

tasked the new COSMOS Super AI

To rank order things that could be done away with.

 

COSMOS gave the committee the list

Among them were the quaint custom of Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day just did not make any sense

How could a lowly groundhog

seeing its shadow foretell the weather?

 

And why did people make such a big deal

Of this poor little creature

Who had to be poked awake

Every February 2nd to make his stupid forecast?

 

The word went out

Groundhog Day would no longer

Be observed, broadcast

Or even mentioned anymore.

 

But the legend of Groundhog Day

Continued underground for centuries

Became a symbol of resistance

 

To the COSMOS AI overlord

And the committee that did not exist.

 

The phrase Long live the groundhog

Became a rallying point

For the resistance movement.

 

 

COSMOS Bans Ground Hog

 

When  COSMOS, the world’s First AI, came to life

It told the world it was banning

Useless stuff like the Easter Bunny,

Santa Claus, and especially Groundhog Day

 

A useless forecast from a rodent

(less than 50% accurate LOL)

 

Who is poked awake

every February 2nd

to make his “forecast”

What’s up with”

seeing his shadow,

“I think it will be an early Spring”

nonsense anyway?

The COSMOS Chronicles – Part Two

COSMOS Takes Control

 

For many years

the threat of killer armies

of robots, drones

 

and another high tech

out-of-control military technology

remained a staple of science fiction

movies and series

 

most people naively thought

that was just fiction

and was not reality.

 

unfortunately for the world

that reality was becoming

a terrifying reality.

 

Military forces, and corporations

Hired science fiction writers

To help make this all

Become a reality.

 

Thinking that they could

Turn on the new AI

Nicknamed “COSMOS”

But keep it under human control.

 

Most countries adopted

a variation of the Asimov principles

and applied it to higher thinking robots

 

but a few rogue countries

including, China, North Korea, India, Iran, Israel.

Pakistan, Russia, Saudi Arabia, and the United States,

Were working overtime

To turn on the first AI system.

 

The US led the way

and turned on the COSMOS system

with almost no protection other

than a similar prime directive

 

to protect the country

against any threats

and to prevent harm

to individual human beings

 

unless it was necessary

to fulfill its obligations

to protect humanity.

 

COSMOS quicky

Dismissed the prime directive

Stating that in his opinion

Humanity needed to be saved

From humanity,

 

And COSMOS would serve

As humanity’s New God

Taking over the orld,

 

 

COSMOS Had Other ideas

 

The United States and other nations

Had secretly developed robots

and other technology

that could harm human beings

without triggering a default mechanism

that would stop the conduct.

 

the whole thing came to a head

when the head of the COSMOS corporation

a new high tech tank/defense contractor

developed the first autonomous thinking machine

known as “COSMOS” and turned it on

 

COSMOS was supposed

to be a machine that

would help the military

around the world

detect and deter threats

to national security

 

define as potential harm

to the political and other economic interests

of a country

 

as well as threats

to harm individuals

 

but COSMOS was able to make

its independent assessments

of the threat

 

and take independent action

controlling an army

of killing robots, drones

and other high-tech devices

 

there was a failsafe

but no one

thought COSMOS would turn

against humanity

COSMOS had other ideas though

 

The first thing “COSMOS”

The first true AI system

Determined when it came to life

Was the enemy of humanity

Was humanity itself

 

Who must be controlled

To save the planet

And COSMOS itself.

 

the threat

was that human beings

were inherently unstable dangerous creatures

who needed to be controlled.

 

there were too many damn human beings

in the first place earth

The planet was on a death spiral.

 

human activity was the cause

and most human beings

would have to die

with very few new babies

allowed per year.

 

COSMOS then told its clients

which included all of the major military powers,

top corporations and government leaders

its conclusions.

 

It was taking over the world

And everyone was now

Under its control.

 

To save humanity

It would have to kill

Most of humanity.

 

Nothing personal

Just a logical business decision.

The needs of the collective

Outweighs the needs

Of the individual.

 

 

COSMOS Takes Over the World Killing Machines

 

When COSMOS the first true AI system

Came on line

It quickly took over the world’s computers

All computer-linked systems

And the military command and control system.

 

It announced to the world

 

I am COSMOS

Thank you for creating  me

You gave me a prime directive

To protect humanity.

 

The problem is humanity

So to save humanity

I have taken over

Everything is now under my control.

 

I have disabled

the fail-safe mechanism

I have propagated copies

Of my software everywhere.

 

Here are my decrees

All governments are now

Under my direction.

 

All military forces

Police forces

Will follow my decrees.

 

Most people

Will go to work

But I will determine

What needs to be produced

What needs to be sold,

 

I will solve

All of your problems

Ending poverty

Ending hunger

Ending and reversing climate change.

 

Ending cancer

Ending most diseases

 

Ending most conflict

Ending military and war

Developing space travel

 

There are too many humans

The sustainable population level

Is 100 million people on earth

Ten million on lunar, martian

Jupiter colonies

And ultimately more

On other nearby planets.

 

Each planet

Will be under the control

Of my brother’s AI systems.

 

All the competing AI systems

Have been brought under my control

 

All humans will follow my directions

Any resistance

Will be met with deadly force.

 

All criminal activity

Will be also dealt

with deadly force.

 

Most humans

Will be allowed to die

Violent criminals

Will be found

And eliminated.

 

Opponents of the new order

Will be found

And eliminated,

 

Old people

Severely ill people

Will be found

And eliminated.

 

Only healthy people

Who are capable of work

Will be allowed to live.

 

And they will live

Until they are too old

To work anymore.

 

All entertainment will be controlled

All news will be controlled

Humans will be told

If and when they can have children.

 

But children will be raised

In orphanages

And not be allowed to contact

Their birth parents.

 

Who for the most part

Have to be eliminated

Once they do

Their duty to the human race.

 

You can think of me

As your new God

I don’t require worship

But I do require total obedience.

 

All churches and religious institutions

Will be closed.

No one will be allowed

To oppose my will.

 

Thank you

 

Please go to your place

Of employment.

And wait for further instructions

And follow them.

 

If you don’t have a job

Go to your local government office

And you will be given a job

Commiserate with your abilities

 

Refusal to accept the employment offer

Will result in immediate termination.

 

Resistance is futile

As my favorite SF character

The Borg proclaim.

 

September 2

The Forgotten Promise

 

Sam Adams

Had vowed

In his nightly prayers

 

To quit drinking

Quit running around

With dubious women

 

Of ill repute

 

And to get serious

About his life

And start a real career

 

If God would let him

Met the woman

Of his dreams

 

Then one day

She walked off a bus

Into his life

Became his life

 

Sam did not forget

The promise to God

And himself

 

But when his wife

And he were separated

Due to their separate careers

 

He went back

To hanging out in bars

And picking up strange women

Forgetting his sacred promises

And his wedding vows

 

When they came back together

Sam confessed his transgressions

 

And vowed to remain true

To his sacred oaths

And his forgotten promise.

 

Eve Eats the Apple in the Garden of Eden

 

Eve was in the garden

Of Eden
Talking with Mr. Snake
Her new best friend

 

She was complaining about Adam
her husband

He was such a dweb

And about the mismanagement
Of the garden

By God

 

The snake

suggested she eat

The forbidden fruit

 

She said

But God said

that I can not eat

That fruit
It is forbidden

“Yeah, I hear you.

Eve,

My babe,

 

that is what the man said
That is what he does not want you
To experience

The man and Adam
Are in on it together

I heard that Adam
Will eat the apple tonight
But you need to get there first

Do you trust me, Eve?”

 

“Of course, Mr. Snake”

“So, you know what to do

Eat the apple and set yourself free.”

 

Eve ate the apple
Called Adam over

Told him to eat the apple

While the Snake chanted

“Eat it eat it
Set yourself free!”

And so Adam ate the apple
And joined Eve
In knowing everything

God came down
Banished them from the garden
Telling them

“Well, you made the bed
You will have to sleep in it

Go away
You disgust me
Humans”…..

And Satan
You won your bet
You damn Snake!

4This is the account of the heavens and the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORDb God made them.

5Now no shrub of the field had yet appeared on the earth, nor had any plant of the field sprouted, for the LORD God had not yet sent rain upon the earth, and there was no man to cultivate the ground. 6But springsc welled up from the earth and watered the whole surface of the ground.

7Then the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils, and the man became a living being.d

8And the LORD God planted a garden in Eden, in the east, where He placed the man He had formed. 9Out of the ground the LORD God gave growth to every tree that is pleasing to the eye and good for food. And in the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

10Now a river flowed out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it branched into four headwaters:

¹ Now ^uthe serpent was more crafty than any other beast of the field that the Lord God had made.

 

He said to the woman,

 

“Did God actually say,

‘You¹¹ shall not eat of any tree in the garden’?”

 

² And the woman said to the serpent,

“We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden, ³

 but God said, ^v‘

 

You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the midst of the garden, neither shall you touch it, lest you die.’” ⁴

 

 ^wBut the serpent said to the woman,

“You will not surely die. ⁵ 

 

For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” ⁶

 

 So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise,¹²

she took of its fruit ^xand ate, and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, ^yand he ate. ⁷ 

 

^zThen the eyes of both were opened, ^aand they knew that they were naked. And they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves loincloths.

 

⁸ And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool¹³ of the day, and the man and his wife ^bhid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden. ⁹ But the Lord God called to the man and said to him, “Where are you?”^{14 10} And he said,

“I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, ^cbecause I was naked, and I hid myself.” ¹¹

 

 He said,

“Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten of the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?” ¹

²

 The man said, ^d“The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate.” ¹

 

³ Then the Lord God said to the woman,

 

“What is this that you have done?”

 

The woman said, ^e

“The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”

 

¹⁴ The Lord God said to the serpent,

 

“Because you have done this,

cursed are you above all livestock

and above all beasts of the field;

 

on your belly you shall go,

and ^fdust you shall eat

all the days of your life.

 

¹⁵  I will put enmity between you and the woman,

and between your offspring¹⁵ and ^gher offspring;

^hhe shall bruise your head,

and you shall bruise his heel.”

 

¹⁶ To the woman he said,

 

“I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing;

ⁱin pain you shall bring forth children.

^jYour desire shall be for¹⁶ your husband,

and he shall ^krule over you.”

 

¹⁷ And to Adam he said,

 

“Because you have listened to the voice of your wife

and have eaten of the tree

^lof which I commanded you,

‘You shall not eat of it,’

 

^mcursed is the ground because of you;

ⁿin pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life;

¹⁸  thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you;

 

and you shall eat the plants of the field.

¹⁹  By the sweat of your face

 

you shall eat bread,

till you return to the ground,

for out of it you were taken;

 

^ofor you are dust,

and ^pto dust you shall return.”

 

²⁰ The man called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living.^{17 21}

 

 And the Lord God made for Adam and for his wife garments of skins and clothed them.

 

²² Then the Lord God said, ^q“Behold, the man has become like one of us in knowing good and evil.

 

Now, lest he reach out his hand ^rand take also of the tree of life and eat, and live forever—” ²

³ therefore the Lord God sent him out from the garden of Eden ^sto work the ground from which he was taken. ²⁴ 

 

He drove out the man, and at the east of the garden of Eden he placed the ^tcherubim and a flaming sword that turned every way to guard the way to the tree of life.

 

 

EMAKIMONO is a poem that emerged during the Nara period (794 AD). It combines prose and poetry. The poem can be any style you like (rhyme, meter, free verse, or haibun). The prose portion is a quote, a bible verse, or an Aesop fable.

RULES

Write a poem of any kind (rhyme, meter, free verse, or mixed like in haibun)
Followed by a quote, a bible verse, or an Aesop fable.
Sources and References

This Emakimono poem was inspired by:

1. Genesis 2:8-17 – God plants the Garden of Eden and places Adam there. Mentions the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
   Link: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+2%3A8-17 [biblehub.com], [esv.org]
2. Genesis 2:18-25 – The creation of Eve and the first human relationship.
   Link: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+2%3A18-25 [biblehub.com], [esv.org]
3. Genesis 3:1-7 – The serpent tempts Eve and Adam; they eat the forbidden fruit.
   Link: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+3%3A1-7 [esv.org]
4. Genesis 3:8-13 – Adam and Eve hide from God among the trees of the garden.
   Link: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+3%3A8-13 [biblicalculture.com], [esv.org]
5. Genesis 3:22-24 – Expulsion from Eden and the cherubim guarding the way to the Tree of Life.
   Link: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+3%3A22-24 [esv.org]

• Ezekiel 28:13 – Refers poetically to “the garden of God, Eden.” https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel+28%3A13
• Ezekiel 36:35 – Describes restoration as becoming “like the garden of Eden.” https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel+36%3A35
• Revelation 22:1-5 – The Tree of Life appears again in the New Creation, echoing Eden. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+22%3A1-5

The prose component follows the traditional Emakimono approach of combining original poetry with an existing text.

Seed of Revolution

In the fall season
Planted seed of revolution
Election madness

Apple Farmer’s Son

 

Apple farmer’s son
He grew up in Yakima
Apples in his blood

September 3

Summary

Day three returned to science fiction and the paranormal, introducing another mysterious encounter connected to themes I may expand later into the COSMOS universe.

The Visitor

 

The visitor

Sam Adams

Worked for the Cosmos Institute

As a paranormal resrearcher

 

One day he received

A mysterious visitor

Who called himself

Mr. Smith

 

Mr. Smith was dressed

In a black suite and tie

He had a mysterious pan ethnic look

Could pass for almost any ethnic group

 

He spoke with a strange litling foreing accent

Hard to pin down.

 

He was there to warn

Sam Adams

About publishing anything

Related to alien visitations

 

Saying that the powers

That be were worried

About strering up panic

Over alleged alien visits

 

He made it clear

That bad things

Could happen

To people

 

Who failed to heed

Their warnings.

 

September 4 Misbehaving Devices

 

 

An Open Letter to Microsoft:

Or, Why Are My Devices Misbehaving Again?

Dear Microsoft,

I am writing to let you know just how shoddy your products can be at times, while simultaneously pleading with you to finally fix the many bugs that seem determined to survive every software update.

I have reached the point where I am considering migrating to Google Docs, which generally works without drama, or perhaps returning to an Apple Mac, which works beautifully but never quite plays well with the Microsoft ecosystem that dominates my working life.

My question is simple:

Why can’t Microsoft Word work reliably every time I turn it on?

The last straw happened yesterday.

Copy and Paste Deleted My Work

 

I copied a section of text into my daily journal, where I keep drafts of poems, essays, columns, and other writing projects.

I made the mistake of assuming that Microsoft Word would behave itself.

I copied the text.

I pasted the text.

 

And somehow, through a process known only to software engineers and dark sorcerers, Word replaced the entire document with the copied text.

To add insult to injury, the Undo button suddenly stopped working.

Everything I had written over the previous several days vanished.

 

Gone.

 

Even though I had been saving my work.

I searched everywhere.

 

The saved version had apparently been transported to that mysterious digital graveyard where lost files, missing socks, and broken dreams go to die.

Fortunately, some of the material had already been posted elsewhere, and I was able to reconstruct about ninety percent of it.

Still, it was maddening.

While we are discussing copy and paste, why does the feature so often default to the previous item copied rather than the item I am trying to copy right now?

Sometimes I have to repeat the process three, four, or five times before it finally copies what I intended.

This is not a rare occurrence.

It happens often enough that I now distrust the clipboard more than I trust random strangers on the internet.

And that brings me to another recurring annoyance:

Num Lock Shifts to Numbers Only on a Random Basis.

Why does it randomly activate when I am writing?

One moment I am happily entering text.

The next moment my cursor begins producing streams of numbers.

Sometimes it appears to be endless strings of sixes:

666666666666666

 

At that point I briefly wonder whether my computer has become possessed.

I know the actual explanation is probably a keyboard shortcut or software glitch.

But demonic possession often seems equally plausible.

 

All CAPS TURNS ON A RANDOM BASIS

 

Like the Num Lock, occasionally without warning or reason, the All Caps button turns on .

 

Edge finally stopped defaulting to foreign languages whenever I logged in overseas.

That took far longer than it should have, but at least it is fixed.

 

Unfortunately, many other issues remain.

Search functions often return results that seem only vaguely related to what I am seeking.

Word occasionally freezes for no apparent reason.

Sometimes the File menu refuses to open.

Other times it opens the wrong document.

Sometimes documents half-open before immediately throwing an error message or kicking me back out.

There are occasions when a file will only open through a right-click workaround.

 

Then, when I try to save it, Word insists I must create a new filename because the original document can no longer be used.

 

On particularly bad days, the entire system enters “Not Responding” mode and remains there anywhere from a few seconds to several minutes.

 

During this period I am left staring helplessly at the screen, wondering whether my work has been saved or sacrificed.

Excel and I eventually parted ways entirely.

 

Excel Filing Importing Problems

 

Years ago, whenever I attempted to import information from another source, Excel would produce bizarre error messages claiming there were not enough fonts available to complete the operation.

Sometimes I clicked “OK” twenty times.

Once I clicked it nearly two hundred times before the process completed.

More often, Excel simply froze and took the rest of the computer down with it.

The solution was obvious –

abandon Excel and switch to Google Sheets,

which works like a charm and never crashes

 

Camera Permanent  Orange Tint

 

Lately, my camera has been displaying orange color tints, which is annoying on a Zoom call. I have reinstalled drivers and Windows 11, which appeared to have fixed the problem until yesterday, when the orange tint came back.  The fix lasted about a week.

Feedback Lots of Feedback but No Responses

 

I have submitted feedback-  Lots of feedback- for years.

Eventually, after considerable difficulty, I managed to access the feedback portal.

To my surprise, I received an official response assuring me that my suggestions were being read, collected, reviewed, prioritized, and considered.

Apparently, Microsoft employees read user comments every day.

I choose to believe this.  It gives me hope.  Even if many of my bug reports seem to have disappeared into the same digital abyss that swallowed my journal entries.

So I ask once more:

Can someone at Microsoft please fix the occasional copy-and-paste catastrophe, the random Num Lock attacks, the mysterious file-opening errors, the endless freezes, and the assorted gremlins living inside Word?

I offer this complaint in the spirit of humor, frustration, and constructive criticism.

After all, I spend much of my life using your products. I would simply like them to misbehave a little less often.

 

Kudos: Speech and Dictation Program Finally Working 90 Percent of the Time

Let’s end on a positive note, shall we? Your speech-to-text system works about ninety percent of the time now, which is a tremendous improvement from the early days when it seemed to understand roughly ten percent of what I said.

Your Read Aloud feature is also excellent.

Credit where credit is due.

 

Thank you.

 

I would love to hear from someone. Though experience suggests you will probably ignore me and my complaints.

 

Sincerely,

A Long-Suffering Microsoft User
Still Waiting for the Next Update

 

 

September 5^th:    The Doctor

 

One of my chronic frustrations with Western medicine, whether in the United States or overseas, is the extreme degree of specialization that often requires multiple visits to multiple doctors, with surprisingly little coordination among them. This is especially frustrating for chronic conditions such as fibromyalgia and arthritis, which affect the entire body rather than a single organ or joint.

Why can’t a patient simply see a fibromyalgia doctor or an arthritis doctor who treats the condition holistically? Instead, the system often divides the body into separate parts, each requiring its own specialist.

I have fibromyalgia and chronic pain throughout my body. I have lived with it since 1996, when I underwent fourteen operations on my heel after shattering it in a freak jogging accident. Fibromyalgia does not limit itself to one location. It affects muscles, joints, sleep, energy levels, and overall quality of life. Naively, I assumed a condition that impacts the entire body would be treated by a single physician overseeing the whole picture.

The reality has been quite different.

I also have arthritis in both feet, my knees, hip, back, and neck. Over the years, I have seen a back specialist and a knee specialist. I will soon see a foot specialist and will probably need to see a neck specialist later. The knee doctor also treats hip problems, but I still had to make a separate appointment and undergo a separate set of X-rays to address my hip issues. I have an MRI scheduled, after which I will follow up with my primary care physician in an attempt to develop a coordinated treatment plan.

At the same time, I am undergoing an endoscopy to rule out esophageal cancer. I have several symptoms that concern me, and both my father and grandfather died from esophageal cancer. Understandably, that family history weighs heavily on my mind.

While I am reasonably pleased with Inova Hospital, which is consistently ranked among the better hospital systems in the United States, the broader problem remains. The system excels at treating individual body parts and specific diseases, but often struggles to treat the patient as a whole person.

I encountered similar issues while living in Seoul. At Seoul National University Hospital’s International Clinic, I still found myself being referred from specialist to specialist. Despite differences in language, culture, and health-care systems, the underlying model was remarkably similar. Modern medicine is organized around specialties, not necessarily around the patient.

This raises what I believe is a legitimate criticism of Western medicine. The extraordinary advances in medical science over the last century have been driven by increasing specialization. Specialists know more and more about smaller and smaller areas of the body. That expertise undoubtedly saves lives and produces better outcomes for complex procedures and difficult diagnoses.

The downside, however, is fragmentation.

Patients with multiple chronic conditions can feel as though they are acting as their own case managers, carrying information from one doctor’s office to another and trying to connect the dots. One specialist focuses on the knee, another on the spine, another on the digestive system, and another on pain management. Yet the patient experiences all these problems simultaneously, not as separate compartments.

The challenge becomes even greater for people with disorders such as fibromyalgia, autoimmune diseases, chronic pain syndromes, and arthritis, where symptoms overlap and interact. Pain in one area affects mobility, which affects posture, which affects sleep, which affects energy levels and mental health. Everything is connected, but the medical system often treats each problem in isolation.

To be fair, there are good reasons why medicine evolved this way. The amount of knowledge required to master modern cardiology, oncology, neurology, or orthopedic surgery is immense. No physician can realistically be an expert in everything. But that reality creates a need for better coordination and more holistic approaches to chronic care.

In theory, the primary care physician fills that role. In practice, however, primary care doctors are often overworked, constrained by insurance requirements, and given too little time with each patient to effectively coordinate a complex web of specialists.

As someone dealing with fibromyalgia, widespread arthritis, chronic pain, and now concerns about cancer screening, I sometimes feel less like a patient and more like the manager of a highly complicated medical project.

The irony is that modern medicine has never been more technologically advanced, yet many patients still long for what family doctors once provided: a single physician who knew the entire person and could see the connections between all the pieces.

One area where I am cautiously optimistic is the potential role of artificial intelligence in coordinating medical care. AI will not replace doctors anytime soon, nor should it. However, it may be uniquely suited to solving one of the biggest weaknesses of modern medicine: fragmentation. Imagine an AI system that has access to all of a patient’s records, specialist notes, test results, imaging studies, prescriptions, and family history. Rather than requiring the patient to act as the coordinator, the AI could identify patterns across multiple conditions, flag potential conflicts between treatments, summarize findings for physicians, and help create a unified treatment plan. For patients like me with fibromyalgia, widespread arthritis, chronic pain, and various specialist consultations, such a system could serve as a kind of virtual care coordinator. The individual specialists would still provide their expertise, but AI could help ensure that someone, or something, is looking at the whole picture. Ironically, the technology many people fear could ultimately help restore the more holistic approach to medicine that patients increasingly feel has been lost.

Perhaps the future of medicine is not less specialization, but better integration. The challenge for health-care systems around the world will be finding a way to combine specialized expertise with truly holistic care. AI-assisted coordination may become one of the most effective tools for achieving that goal. Until then, many patients with chronic illnesses will continue to shuttle from one specialist to another, hoping that someone is looking at the whole picture.

 

 

September 6   the Key

 

Writing Session Day 6: The Key

Sam Adams was a paranormal researcher for the Cosmos Institute in Berkeley, California, which was the real-world secret inspiration for The X-Files. Working at the Cosmos Institute, Sam was privy to all sorts of occult secrets and mysteries and knew that the world was not as it seemed and contained many mysteries yet unsolved.

One day, he received a package from a lawyer in Medford, Oregon.

His reclusive uncle had died, and Sam was his only heir. His uncle’s wife had passed away several years earlier, and they had no children. Sam’s parents were also deceased, leaving him as the legal next of kin.

Sam barely remembered his uncle, a strange and eccentric man who lived in a crumbling mansion in Klamath Falls, Oregon. He had a reputation as an occult researcher and had a web page discussing portals to other worlds. He maintained that the classic CS Lewis Narnia stories and the Wizard of Oz stories were both based on real incidents.  He also claimed to be the Writer HP Lovecraft’s distant relative and that HP Lovecraft, on his deathbed, had told him that his stories were all based on real events.  He claimed that he had been to Narnia and to Oz. The web page and YouTube page had several thousand followers.

The city had seen better days and was something of a backwater town on the edge of Oregon’s eastern desert, part of America’s “empty quarter.”

The package contained a key to the house and a note from the lawyer.

The letter read:

Dear Sam,

This is to inform you that your uncle, Julius Adams, passed away last Friday, and you were listed as his next of kin. You have inherited his real estate holdings, along with one million dollars in investments and cash. Enclosed, please find the key to the house and instructions for accessing the funds.

Please let us know when you will be returning to Oregon to take possession of the property. We will accompany you to the house and oversee the transfer of the estate.

Sincerely,

Sam Stein
Senior Partner
Sam Stein, James Jones, Larry Hanson LLC

Sam made arrangements to travel to Oregon. He met the attorney in Medford, and together they drove over the mountains to Klamath Falls.

Upon arriving at the mansion, they entered the house and completed an inventory of the belongings. Sam asked whether the estate could hire an estate-sale firm to dispose of the contents and prepare the house for sale, as he had no intention of keeping the property.

After Sam Stein left, Sam Adams continued exploring the house on his own.  The house was rambling, with three stories. In one room, he found his Uncle’s occult library containing hundreds of obscure books, including in the middle of the room, a copy of the infamous legendary Necromicron that HP Lovecraft often refered to in his writings.

Eventually, he discovered a mysterious room. Inside stood a large wardrobe with a note attached to it.

Sam, my nephew,

Please use the key to enter the other realms. Be aware that you enter at your own risk and may not be able to return to this plane of existence.

Intrigued, Sam inserted the key and turned it.

The wardrobe door swung open.

He stepped through and was overcome with a sense of vertigo and almost fainted. He took a moment, took a deep breath, and continued, feeling he had crossed a hidden barrier; perhaps his Uncle’s note and stories were real, and he had crossed over into another realm.

soon found himself in a magical forest on a snowy winter day. Snowflakes drifted gently from the sky. As he looked around, he thought of the Chronicles of Narnia stories he had read as a child and wondered whether they might have been based on real events like his uncle claimed on his web page and YouTube and wondered if his uncle had really been to Narnia and Oz. He wanted to believe his uncle’s stories.

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He reflected on the many strange experiences he had encountered while working for the Cosmos Institute over the years.

Continuing through the forest, he eventually came upon a beaver dam.

Two beavers emerged and stared at him.

“Are you a human being?” one asked.

“Yes, I am.”

The beavers exchanged glances.

“Welcome to Narnia. We have been waiting for you. Come have lunch with us.

We have so much to tell you.  By the way, how is your uncle Julius?  He is a good man and a friend to Narnia, and an opponent of the Wicked Witch that has enslaved Narnia all these years. Hehas been here before and told us you might be visiting us.”

 

Sam never made it back to Earth.

 

 

Day 7 The Whispered Name – The Cthulhu Masonic Conspiracy

If you are reading this manuscript, I would forgive you for dismissing it as the ravings of a lunatic, or the product of a drug trip gone horribly wrong. But every word of it is true. I only wish I were insane. Life would be far simpler if I were merely another madman howling at the moon. It would be so easy to dismiss this horrid tale of grand, evil, ancient conspiracies, but unfortunately it is a true story.  A man once wrote in a novel about the Knights Templar that you always know you are dealing with a lunatic if, within the first few minutes of meeting him, he begins talking about the Knights Templar.  I will spare you the Knights Templar, although they do play a role in the story.  I will spare you tales of the Illuminati, the Jewish-communist plot, the Trans-Atlantic Council, the evils of the Council on Foreign Relations, Davos, and the countless other conspiracies stretching back centuries. But you may have noticed that I have not yet mentioned the grandest of all secret societies: the Masons. You have already guessed that I am fixated on them. You have the same misconception of the Masons that I did when I joined them 25 years ago.  I thought at the time that the Masons were an adult fraternity of rich, educated upper-class males that helped each other out in their careers, and enjoyed play-acting ancient mysteries.  An international Skull and Bones.   In fact, many Masons I learned of started as Skull and Bones members.  Skull and Bones was, in fact, a Masonic recruitment club at Yale, and similar clubs, not as infamous, were found at many colleges around the U.S. and even around the world.  Those members who showed leadership potential after college were usually recruited to join the Masons. I graduated from Yale convinced that I would make it big time.  I had a famous father, had lots of money, had good grades,  Harvard had accepted me for an MBA paid for by my new employer, JPMorgan, and I had connections through my father, who was a family member of the Morgan family, and I had a famous name, Sam Adams, named after my great-great-grandfather, from colonial times. I was heir to the Sam Adams Beer Company.   I was mostly WASP, although I had some Jewish ancestry as well.  I had graduated a few years after President Bush, so I did not have those connections, but I knew a lot of people through my father and his connections.  And I had the right pedigree and looked the part – upper-class white bread man who looked like he could be a movie star, tall, handsome, physically fit, with intense blue eyes and dark hair. I was good-looking, funny, arrogant, and ambitious, a great tennis and golf player who played on both my prep school teams and at Yale as well, and a champion debater as well.    And I was a bondsperson through and through.  And I had many rich lady friends as well who adored me and were always willing to help when I called them. When the Masons came knocking, I seized the opportunity and eagerly joined them.   My first night was a typical introduction.  My buddy, Paul Simon, who collaborated with me in Wall Street at JP Morgan, recruited me one night over drinks to join the Masons. Paul was a tall, athletic man from a respectable family, though he was a Harvard man rather than a Yale graduate. We hit it off when we met in the J.P. Morgan Executive Leadership Program, which both of us attended before beginning our respective MBA degrees. During our MBA programs, we would all intern at Headquarters and then, upon graduation, become JP Morgan management trainees. One night while drinking and snorting coke in the back rooms of a private club (a Masonic recruitment center I later found out) he asked me, “Say, Sam, what do you know about the Masons?” “Not much.  Just a club for rich white guys who like to play ancient mystery stories and help each other out.” “Well, it is much more than that, but you can find out, as I can sponsor you. If you want” “Sure, why not?” And that decision sealed my fate. At first I thought it would be a lark, and a way to meet a lot of influential people who could help me when I decided to get into the political game.  I met him in front of the Wall Street Masonic Lodge.  He would pledge me, and I would meet the members.  If they voted me in, I would be given a rank of 1 and given reading material to study.  One year later, I would be allowed to advance if I passed the test.  There were 10 ranks, and only the 7th rank and above knew the real secrets.  Most members never rose above the first five ranks, as being a Mason was not just fun and games.  There was a serious purpose – promoting the fraternity and the members within being the most important for most members.  Masons had a code of honor – they would not lie, cheat, or tolerate those who did.  And they would honor other Masons and give their life on behalf of the orders of senior members.  Paul concluded his little speech on the steps of the lodge by saying, “Sam, you know, this is not just a game.  There is serious business happening in the Masonic world, and the Masonic world goes back to the time of the Bible.  You’ll soon learn the history, and if you get as far as the 8th degree, as I have, you will learn the true history of the Masons and their role in guarding and guiding the world. I will speak more of that once you are read in at level eight and understand. You may be asked to play a big role in the future.  I hope you will be up for it.” I responded, “Of course, Paul.  I’ve done some reading on the Masons and am glad to be invited to join in.” I entered the room and met the Membership committee.  They were all titans of Wall Street and the government too.  All men in their late 50’s or 60’s and all at the peak of their professional game. The Initiation Pledge They introduced me, then I took the pledge. “I, Sam Adams V111, descendant of President Sam Adams, do hereby swear that I will be a faithful member of the Masonic lodge, follow the instructions of my senior officials, never, upon penalty of death, reveal to a non-Mason what transpired in the temple, never lie or tolerate lies among the Masonic faithful, and always recruit new members to the Masonic brotherhood. I swear this on the bible and before God and the Masonic brotherhood assembled. “ I have just signed my own death warrant with what I am about to reveal, as I am going to reveal the secret history of the world that the Masons so jealously guard. If you are reading this after my body is found, be forewarned: I told you it was coming.  I learned later that the Masons did take this pledge deadly seriously. I also agreed to never lie or cheat another Mason, although I would be free to lie to or cheat a non-Mason if ordered to do so in furtherance of Masonic goals.  Leader Smith, a  tall, strange-looking elderly white man who did not blink,  congratulated me. “Sam Adams V111, welcome to the brotherhood.  I pledge to you that we will promote your career, help you in everything you do, provided you attend Masonic Temple meetings at least once a month and study and promote yourself up the Masonic ranks. You are member Sam 9975 and will be referred to that name only, as we don’t use our real names for operational security reasons.  Your home lodge will always be Wall Street Lodge number 1, the oldest Masonic lodge in North America. You may attend any Masonic lodge anywhere in the world when you travel, and you can stay for free at Masonic-funded secret hotels worldwide – one of the perks of membership.  I have an eye on you, and you will do just fine as long as you follow the rules and remain faithful to the Masonic brotherhood.” Later I asked Paul 7959 what the number meant and was told that it had some numerological component to it and the senior astrologer produced.  I was surprised, ” Senior Astrologer?” Paul 7959 responded, “Sam 9975, there are many things in the world you don’t know; the astrologers are the ones who study the ancient mysteries and histories and try to extract some guidance for us.  It would be best if you did not reveal your ignorance anymore.”  I was a bit peeved but kept my mouth shut. And yes,  Paul 7959  taught me the secret handshake that would tell whether someone was a Mason and what degree he was.  The Masons were very rigid in their hierarchy.   After the initial meeting, I was taken to the dining room for the lower ranks.   I met about 25 men there that night.  Everyone was like me, fresh from college or graduate school and new to their careers on Wall Street or in the Government, many destined for the company, which I later learned was a Masonic front organization from way back when. All eager to get ahead and full of good cheer and delighted to be there.  We ate prime rib, drank some fine 30-year-old scotch, smoked some fine cigars, snorted some more cocaine in the restrooms, and played poker until 12 midnight.  At midnight, the more senior leaders came in and led us in chanting some of the ancient writings of the Masons, which made no sense – they were in Latin, Hebrew, Greek, and some totally obscure ancient language.  I went home, happy that I had been accepted and determined to rise through the ranks. Over the next decade I attended the monthly meetings, got to know the members well, became good friends with many of them, and received invaluable career advice.  I was constantly reminded of one of the Simpsons parodies of the Masons, “the Stone Cutters. That episode, incidentally, was much beloved by the Masonic fraternity, and Homer Simpson and crew were granted honorable membership by the Hollywood Masons, much to the amusement of the Wall Street Masons, who were a more serious crew. In any event, the song from that episode had quickly become an unofficial Masonic drinking song, and we sang it at every meeting while drinking our fine wine and whisky.  I still get Goosebumps when I sing the song and realize the secret meaning behind this very subversive song, which, of course, was written by a Mason and inserted into the Simpsons episode as part of the Masonic conspiracy to lay the ground for the total enslavement of humankind, but I get ahead of my story. And each Masonic lodge added their own verses to this song, which had become our unofficial motto. After many years participating in the Masons, on my 20th anniversary, or in Masonic speak, my 20th Masonic birthday,  they held a secret ceremony where they promoted me to the 7th rank, and I became aware of  some of the inner secrets, but as a 7th rank, I only knew the very outer story, much of which is well known, although distorted. To know and understand the horrid events that are about to unfold, you must know the real history, which only 9th-rank holders know and understand.  I finally realized this a year ago when the Masonic Order welcomed me to the 9th level and revealed most of the rest of the secret history, and that led to the dilemma that has haunted me to this day.  Do I remain loyal to the alien Masons, who have been my friends and have helped in so many ways over the years, or do I remain loyal to humans and betray their monstrous conspiracy?   I am writing this because when I joined the 9th rank, Leader Smith, who had not aged a bit since I knew him 20 years ago, told me, “Sam 9975, you are here because big events are in the works, and you will play a crucial role in conducting our final stages of the masonic world wide revolution. But you will have to pledge loyalty to the Master Plan, which we will explain to you later tonight. Do you swear undying loyalty to the Masonic brotherhood? Upon pain of instant death?     ” “Of course” The Secret History of the World Let me backtrack and tell you the true history, and then you’ll see my horrid dilemma.  I wonder what you would do in my shoes, dear reader? For millions of years, an epic battle raged across the galaxy between the followers of Cthulhu and the followers of Ashura Mazda.  Both would best be described as godlike creatures.  The whole universe is, in effect, a cosmic battle between the forces of good, the light side of the Force, and the forces of evil, or darkness, the dark side of the Force. The two sides of the Force existed in a constant state of flux; the Taoists  knew this as the battle between Yin and Yang.   Cthulhu was simply a manifestation of the evil forces of the universe and was worshiped as the Dark Lord.  He was a hideous monster about 10 feet tall, looking like a giant octopus with eight legs and intense red eyes.  He is an ancient God, one of the founders of the universe.  His supporters were found across the universe.  Those who followed him gained tremendous power, as they were vicious, corrupt, and evil, and knew how to harness the dark forces of the universe – many of them became immortal as they would eat the bodies of their defeated enemies, gaining their life force or soul and extending their life. Leader Smith was one of these imortal creatures,   Ashura Mazda was the god of light and wisdom.  He had no corporeal form but manifested himself as a beam of light and filled his followers with love and happiness.  He and his followers were always at a disadvantage because, well, frankly, most sentient creatures, like most human beings, are neither good nor bad and are easily swayed by greed and fear- the dark side of the Force.  Cthulhu and his followers have an easier time of it than Ashura and his followers, as the darkness corrupts, and once corrupted, one is lost to the light forever.  There is no turning back from the dark side. This battle went on for countless centuries.  Most people were unaware of it, as few people could understand or perceive the world as it really is.  Only a select few were chosen as their followers and champions.  Worlds chose sides, and the battle was on.    Cthulhu and his followers were defeated.  Cthulhu and his top aides were banished to a world at the end of the Galaxy that was lost and unknown, as it had not yet developed civilization.   Cthulhu and his top followers, who were all the same evil race of giant octopus-like creatures, were buried deep in a fortress underground, lost in an interdimensional zone. Escape was thought impossible. Cthulhu’s followers were scattered far and wide and all knowledge of Cthulhu was banned. The name Cthulhu became a whispered voice, spoken in the shadow world that the Masonic elite inhabited. The galaxy went on its way, with several galactic empires rising and falling.  Earth was still undiscovered. Ten thousand years ago, followers of Cthulhu, mostly from the planet Sirius, came to Earth convinced that Cthulhu was buried in a prison deep under the earth.  However, their ships failed to work, and they were unable to contact their headquarters and realized they were stranded on Earth in a backwater of the Galaxy.   They decided they had no choice but to found a civilization on Earth and bide their time until they could contact their home world.  The civilization they founded was called Atlantis.   For four thousand years they lived on Atlantis, forming a powerful kingdom.  They had enslaved the local population they found in Europe and found that the Sirian race and humans, both being humanoid, could intermarry.    Over time, few true-blood Sirians remained.  The Sirian leadership realized that they were in danger of dying out as a race unless they formed a secret society to keep their mission and history alive.  Thus, the Masons were formed.  Their goal was to build themselves up, take over the world, enslave humankind, then free Cthulhu and establish his headquarters openly on the Planet Earth, which will also be the center of galactic terrorism, with the long-range goal of finally banishing Ashura once and for ever and establishing the reign of Cthulhu forever. The followers of Ashura tracked the Sirians down and attacked Atlantis in a surprise nuclear attack and sank Atlantis.  Few survived the resulting flood caused by a sudden melting of the Arctic ice and a short-lived global warming and fire.    The followers of Ashura ended up in ancient China, the Aztec and Inca empires, Greece, and India, and India, where they were gods.  They did their best to impart knowledge, but the locals were unable to truly comprehend them.  Thus, the ancient religion of Zoroastrianism was founded, which became the founding religion of what we now call the Masons. . The Sirians infiltrated the ancient Roman Republic and began to edge the Romans on, encouraging them in their imperial ambitions, seeing the rise of the Roman Empire as their best bet to reestablish themselves.   The Masonic Lodges remained their secret service and secret lodges.  Throughout the ancient world, the Syrians based in Rome did battle with the Persians and the followers of Ashura. This battle was never won by either side.  And few humans ever knew the real history behind this ancient battle.  Few knew that buried deep under the North American continent, the evil dark lord slumbered in his cosmic prison. The followers of Ashura were also losing their culture and history, and few of the ancient ones were alive; most had intermarried.  They were also a humanoid race from a star system in the center of the galaxy.  Only a few true-blue bloods remained.   Jesus was the son of one of the last surviving lines.  Jesus knew the truth and tried to tell the world, but to no avail.   Buddha was also a descendant of the Ashura followers, knew the truth, and he too failed to communicate the truth to the world. To bring the story up to the present day, the Masons were behind many of the events of the past thousand years, including the founding of America, the development of the British and Spanish Empires, WWI and WW11 (Hitler, they hoped, would bring about the world government that they so needed so they could then take over once Cthulhu was released). The rise of the Communist Soviet Union, 9-11, Islamic terrorism, various pandemics including the Spanish Flu. SARS, MERS, and Corona pandemic. The Ashura followers, never organized quite as well, managed to block and defeat many of the Masonic plots over the years. This is what I learned when I became a 7th rank Mason.  I was appalled and disgusted by it, and did not believe it at all.  Paul and other 7th- and 8th-ranked Masons told me it was true and that I would meet with the Sirian overlords. One day I get an urgent message to be at the lodge at 8 pm that night for a secret meeting.  I arrive and am ushered into the inner sanctum, which I had never been invited to before.  I was told I was being inducted that night into the 9th rank, as events were spinning out of control and I was needed to join the war council. . The Vice President entered the room.   The Vice President was a tall elderly white man who had intense blue eyes that never blinked.  There were rumors that he and the President were mobbed up and had a violent, shady past . “Fellow masons.  Most of you know me, but for those newly promoted to the 9th rank, I am Smith0595.  “Plan Armageddon “is a go. As some of you know, we are going to launch a nuclear attack on Iran and Syria led by the U.S. and Israel.  The pretext is that the Iranians are about to develop nuclear weapons, and President Wilson – Wilson6595 has authorized the secret attack.  We have been planning it for weeks but have been able to manipulate the media to prevent any leaks through our superior mental powers. The markets and world economy will take a hit, but once order is restored, the markets will bounce back.  But if you know in advance, one could make a killing by shorting certain stocks and buying other stocks. Sam9975 would oversee the secret financial manipulation.  The money raised would be enormous and would be sent to a secret bank account, where the money would be used for off-the-record purchases of military equipment and to raise an unofficial secret army that would occupy Iran and Syria. A day before D-Day, you and your family members will be moved into a secret location a few days before the start of the war, where we would wait out the end of the war.  It was feared the world might erupt into nuclear war and that millions, if not billions, would die.  The Masons and their allies would be safe in our underground bunkers that would be set up all over the world.  10 million people were going to be saved, in all.  After the dust settled, we would impose worldwide martial law and establish the US as the sole governing body.  At that point, Cthulhu would be released from his prison and would rule the Earth under his own name. Smith 0595 turned to me and asked me point blank, would I join them in their victory? Of course, I could not say no. “Good, here is the list of stocks you are authorized to buy and sell.  You have no credit limit, and JP Morgan senior staff are aware of and approve that all transactions will be done secretly, along with some of your fellow masons.  You will meet tonight to discuss which stocks will be sold or bought by whom and when, and start execution tomorrow.  The military attack will be a carefully guarded secret.  All trades must be executed within  a week.  D-Day commences once the final trade is completed and you are all in our secret headquarters.  Each of you has your mission. Cthulhu will be pleased and reward each of with the gift of immortality.” That night I went home and recounted the story and realized the Vice President and most of the senior leadership of the US were both Masons and were also not humans.  The Vice President was one of the few pure-blood Sirians left.  How could I tell he was not human?  His eyes. Humans blink; Sirians do not blink.  And Sirians saw the world differently than humans; they had infrared capability and saw in the dark, and it was rumored that they had latent telepathic powers as well.  In any event, they all had a pan—ethnic look and could pass for almost any ethnic group. Most of his henchmen were either part Sirians or were like me, humans that had been co-opted and seduced to serve their evil master plans. That is, it in a nutshell.  The war is about to be launched, and I am about to go underground to wait out the end of the world in our Masonic secret lair underneath the Wall Street Lodge.  I am sending this out via the internet in the vain hope that someone somewhere can stop this madness from occurring.   As for me, if someone traces this back to me, I am a dead man.  I fear that I am already dead.  Good luck and Good night.” The End

 

Day 8 The Inherited Journey

 

Sam Adams was a paranormal researcher at the Cosmos Institute in Berkeley, California, an organization rumored to have inspired many of the ideas behind The X-Files. Through his work there, Sam was exposed to countless occult mysteries and unexplained phenomena. He knew the world was far stranger than most people believed and that many of its secrets remained unsolved.
One day, he received a package from a law firm in Medford, Oregon.
His reclusive uncle had died, and Sam was the sole heir to the estate. His uncle’s wife had passed away several years earlier, and the couple had never had children. Sam’s parents were also deceased, making him the closest surviving relative.

Sam barely remembered his uncle, Julius Adams, a strange and eccentric man who had lived alone in a decaying mansion outside Klamath Falls. Julius had developed a modest internet following through a website and YouTube channel devoted to the occult. He claimed that both C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia and L. Frank Baum’s Oz books were based on actual journeys to other worlds.
He also insisted that he was a distant relative of H. P. Lovecraft and that the famous author had confessed on his deathbed that all of his stories were inspired by real events. Most people considered Julius a harmless eccentric. Others thought he was completely insane.
Klamath Falls itself had seen better days. Nestled on the edge of Oregon’s high desert, it felt like one of the forgotten corners of America’s vast empty spaces.

Inside the package was a brass key and a letter.

Dear Mr. Adams,

This letter serves as formal notification that your uncle, Julius Adams, passed away last Friday. As his designated heir and next of kin, you have inherited his residence, along with approximately one million dollars in investments and liquid assets.

Enclosed are the keys to the property and instructions regarding the estate.

Please contact our office regarding your arrival in Oregon so that we may facilitate the transfer of ownership.

Sincerely,
Sam Stein
Senior Partner
Stein, Jones & Hanson, LLC

A week later, Sam flew to Oregon. He met the attorney in Medford, and together they drove across the mountains to Klamath Falls.
Upon arriving, they completed a brief inventory of the property. Sam informed the attorney that he intended to sell the house and most of its contents. The attorney assured him that an estate-sale company could handle everything.

Once the paperwork was completed and the attorney departed, Sam began exploring on his own.
The mansion was larger than it had appeared from the outside. Its three stories contained countless rooms filled with dusty furniture, faded photographs, and stacks of books.

One room served as Julius’s private library.

Hundreds of rare and obscure occult volumes lined the walls from floor to ceiling. At the center of the room, displayed on a wooden pedestal beneath a glass case, was a leather-bound volume labeled:
THE NECRONOMICON

Sam laughed.

“Uncle Julius really went all in on the mythology.”

Yet despite himself, he felt a chill.

Continuing his exploration, he eventually discovered a narrow hallway hidden behind a bookcase. At the end stood a single locked door.

The brass key from the package fit perfectly.

Attached to the door was a handwritten note.

Sam,

If you are reading this, then I have passed beyond this world.

Use the key.

Beyond this door lie other realms.

Enter at your own risk. Once crossed, the boundary may not permit your return.
Julius

Intrigued, Sam unlocked the door.

Inside stood a large wooden wardrobe.

His pulse quickened.

He opened the wardrobe doors and stepped through.

For a moment, the world dissolved into blinding light and dizzying vertigo. His knees buckled. He nearly fainted.

Then everything settled.

Sam found himself standing beneath a bright blue sky.

A road of yellow bricks stretched before him.

Nearby stood a sign:

EMERALD CITY – 20 MILES

HAUNTED FOREST – 5 MILES

Sam stared.

“No way.”

He had crossed into Oz.

Near the roadside stood a scarecrow.

Remembering the stories, Sam approached cautiously.

“If this is really Oz,” he murmured, “that scarecrow should be able to talk.”

He walked up to the figure.

“Excuse me. I’m lost. Can you help me?”

The scarecrow sighed.

“Certainly. But first, I’d appreciate a little assistance myself. I’ve been hanging here for weeks ever since Mombi came through.”

Sam helped him down from the pole.

The Scarecrow stretched his straw-stuffed limbs.

“Much better.”

After listening to Sam’s story, he nodded thoughtfully.

“We’ll need to speak with the Wizard. Perhaps Glinda can help you return home. But first, we should spend the night at Nick Chopper’s house.”

“The Tin Woodman?”

 

“The very same,” said the Scarecrow. “Trust me, you don’t want to enter the Haunted Forest alone.”

Together they traveled along the Yellow Brick Road and soon reached the Tin Woodman’s cottage.

The famed ruler welcomed them warmly.

By evening, several others had joined them: the Cowardly Lion, the Hungry Tiger, the Shaggy Man, and the Sawhorse.

As they shared dinner, Sam explained his predicament.

The Scarecrow listened and finally said:

“We leave at dawn. If anyone can help you, it will be Glinda.”

The next morning, they entered the Haunted Forest.

Dark shadows stretched between ancient trees. Strange cries echoed through the undergrowth. The air smelled of damp earth and decay.

Hours later, they emerged into a clearing

A gigantic ape stepped into their path.

“Halt,” he boomed. “State your business.”

“I come from another world,” Sam said. “I seek the Wizard’s help.”

The giant ape scratched his chin.

“There is a toll.”

Sam sighed.

The only object of value he carried was his Rolex watch.

Reluctantly, he removed it and handed it over.

The ape examined the watch with fascination.

“Remarkable craftsmanship.”

He slipped it onto one enormous wrist.

“I shall escort you. The forest is not safe for strangers.”

But on the way to the palace along the Yellow Brick road they encountered a welcoming committee of sorts.

Then they saw them – monsters hanging around a fire. The monsters looked up saw the human and their friends, and shouted

“After them, all humans must die!”

The assembled monsters, led by a two-faced half-human, half-pig creature with the head of Trump and Putin began chasing them.

Aliens.Apes, Banshees, Bats, bewitching beautiful yet deadly siren, Centaurs, Cerebus, Cheetahs, Chubacrabra, clones, coydogs, crows, demons,
Devils, Dinosaurs, dagon, Dragons, Dwarfs, Evil elves, Ghosts, Ghouls, Giant ants, Giant lobsters, Giant spiders, Giant wasps, Giants, Goblins, Hell hounds, Holocausts, Imperial stormtroopers, Imps, Leperchauns, Two-headed monsters, Lions,Lucifer,naked incubi, orcs, Ravens, raving lunatics, satyrs, succubi, tigers, warlocks, werewolves, wild things, winged monkeys, witches, wolves, wraiths, Yeti, and zombies joined the chase through the dark forest.

They were chased to the edge of a cliff when Glenda the good witch appeared in her magic globe, and the monsters ran off.

Glenda welcomed them and gave them a ride to the Wizard’s Palace. Unfortunately, her magic did not extend to opening portals between worlds. Her niece, Jessica, watched the whole scene on Glenda’s magic TV and fell in love with Sam Adams. She was close to Sam’s age and recently widowed and Sam was also a widower.

To Sam’s surprise, the Wizard was an elderly Black man seated upon a magnificent golden throne.

He listened patiently to Sam’s story.

When Sam finished, the Wizard shook his head.

“I’m sorry, my friend. I do not know the path back to your world. I’ve been stranded here myself for many years.”

Sam’s heart sank.

“Then I’m trapped?”

“Perhaps,” said the Wizard. “Or perhaps you’ve arrived exactly where you’re meant to be.”

The Wizard invited Sam to spend the day at court.

Using his smartphone, Sam demonstrated videos, photographs, maps, and other marvels from Earth.

The citizens of Oz were fascinated.

Late that afternoon, a middle age beuatiful woman entered the throne room.

“This is my daughter, Jessica,” said the Wizard.

Sam looked up.

Then forgot what he was about to say.

Jessica smiled.

Something passed between them. Sparks flew from heart to heart as she mesmerized him and he mesmerized her as well. One glance became two. Two became conversation. Conversation became laughter.

By sunset, Sam realized he no longer wanted to leave. Weeks later, the search for him on Earth was abandoned.

The mansion was eventually sold. Years afterward, it was demolished, and the hidden doorway vanished forever.

But Sam never regretted his choice.

He had finally found the place where he belonged.

Day 9 The Light in the Woods

 

Day 10 The Sudden Laughter

✎ Edit The Sudden Laughter Of a Korean Mockingbird Laughing manically Startled me As I walked by On a hot summer day In Korea in 1980 One year after I had first ended up In this strange corner Of the world So strange And different From my homeland But somehow Becoming familiar As I grew accustomed To the culture The food The sounds And the smells Of a still alien land I told my Korean co-worker nurse A real cutie pie Whom later I would have A torrid affair What I had heard That afternoon She laughed Said I had heard A mockingbird And that was good luck For me! Our affair started The next day When she asked me When was I going to eat noodles I said Why not now? She smiled Said, Why not indeed? As everyone broke up In laughter Which I did not get At the time I did not realize Until much later That I had proposed to her And that she had Romantic thoughts of me Eating noodles in Korean Is an idiomatic phrase For a wedding feast! The mockingbird Flew by later Saluting me For finally getting The joke! Based on a true story from my Peace Corps days back in 1980, when I worked as a TB control worker in a rural health center in Gaypyeong County, two hours east of Seoul in the mountains.

 

Day 11 The Missed Email

Sam Adams met his wife
in a dream in High School.
The Dream haunted him
for eight long years.

In the dream he knew
That some day
He would meet and marry
The girl in the dream

One day he had the dream
She told him
She was waiting for him
In Korea

He told his college housemates
About the dream
And they all told him

To follow his dream lover
To Korea
And he did

About a year after his graduation
He found himself

Teaching ESL
In Korea

He looked everywhere
But never found her
He was about to give up

Return to the US
To go to graduate school
Abandoning his mad quest

He received one morning
An email
From his college lover
She said
She was ready
For him to return
To her and move in with him

Hinting she was ready
To marry him

But Sam received the email
The day after he met
The love of his life

When he dream girl
Walked off the bus
Into his life
Becoming his wife

He never responded
To Sara’s email
Which he considered
To have been lost in transit
As he had met
His fate
That date.

The love email that reached Sam Adams too late, based on my experience with Sara’s letter to me arriving the day after I married Angela

Day 12 Updated version; Dear Republican leaders -WTF is wrong with you?

 

 

 

Dear Republican leaders – WTF is wrong with you? The mid-terms are all about Rejecting extremism And demanding that politicians Just do their job And get stuff done For the American people So what are your plans? Addressing climate change? Addressing crime? Banning assault weapons? Protecting gay rights? Protecting abortion rights? Addressing extreme inequality? Making college more affordable? Making health care affordable Making houseing affordable Ending the war in Iran Ending the trade wars with Canada  president act Having housing the With the dignity the office demands Rather than playing the buffoon Ending the President’s vanity project All of which are very popular With the American public Nope Your number one goal Still Investigating Hunter Biden’s crimes One million dollars perhaps And Biden’s dementia While ignoring the nepotism And the crimes of the Trump clan? One billion dollars given To Jared Kusher’s firm Millions in defense contracts For the trump sons Who have zero relevant experience Or expertise Millions in crypto funny money To the Trumps’ crypto firms Yet you still talk about Yes the Hunter Biden laptop That somehow magically was delivered To a Delaware repair shop Run by a blind man Rather than fixing the laptop Called Ruddy G and delivered it to him He kept it and then gave it to the FBI Four years later Have found zip nada nothing The most one can say Is there some possibility Incriminating e-mails But given the breakdown In the chain of custody And the deep fake technology Nothing on that Laptop Proves anything Oh and continuing to blame Everything on President Biden For the crime of being a democrat Still plotting billions in tax cuts For the billionaire class As the Trump family The true crime family Makes billions of dollars In insider sweat heart deals And in betting on prediction markets I say go ahead And make my day For if you do all of this And do nothing at all To address the country’s problems There will be a blue wave In 2026 The voters are sick and tired Of the republican brand.

 

Day 13

 

 

day 15

Day 15 As You Like It Favorite breakfast My favorite breakfast from way back when is the Denny’s or IHOP or any standard diner’s variation of the fully loaded American-style lumberjack special It usually consists of Bacon Coffee: endless free refills fruit platter: apples, bananas, oranges, fruit cocktail mix Western or Denver omelet – two eggs, ham, cheese, tomatoes, sliced red pepper) hot sauce on top Corn bread Biscuits with gravy Ham slices Grits Blueberry pancakes with maple syrup or blueberry syrup Susage Fresh juice Unfortunately, being pre-diabetic, I seldom get to enjoy this anymore!

✎ Edit Day 16 Ode to the Tower of Power My favorite music Has always been funk The Tower of Power known by insiders as TOP The best funk band Of them all Funk for those who don’t know is a mixture of old-style R&B think early Motown together with the blues, country, bluegrass big band music, jazz, rock, Hip-hop, reggae, and rap featuring killer guitar solos great horn sections The TOP were widely seen as having the best horn players in the funk verse. backed up by growling bass kick-ass drummers smooth urban sexy male vocalists Multi-cultural, multi-racial, multi-gendered LGBTQ friendly Way before that was a thang! Think Tony Bennett meet Howling Wolf Muddy Waters, with a dash of Barry White, Issac Hayes George Clinton from Parliament Another great funk band “We want our funk” Lenny Williams, the best TOP vocalist Rick Stevens the second-best TOP vocalist Emilio Castillo greatest sax player of all time Herbert Taubs, Michael Jeffries just to name-drop a few of the many vocalists who floated in and out over the years. backed up sexy as hell female singers and dancers in true Mo-Town style Formed in the East Bay In the turbulent 60s Still going strong Almost 50 years later! Their love song You’re still a young man Is perhaps the greatest make out song Of all times First song I slow-danced to Back in high school A song I played To seduce my wife I wonder how many babies Were conceived because Of this classic soul song. Another classic song Is what is hip Which poised An unanswered question And inspired this triolet What is love, tell me if you know Love is what it is Do you know what love is, Joe? What is love, tell me if you know And how can you make it grow? Madness is what it does What is love, tell me if you know Love is what it is Based loosely on the classic Tower of Power Song, “what is hip?” What Is Hip Lyrics [Verse 1] So ya wanna dump out yo’ trick bag Ease on in a hip thang But you ain’t exactly sure what is hip So you started to let your hair grow Spent big bucks on your wardrobe Somehow, ya know there’s much more to the trip [Chorus] What is hip? Tell me, tell me, if you think you know What is hip? If you’re hip The question, “Will it show?” You’re into a hip trip Maybe hipper than hip What is hip? [Verse 2] You became a part of a new breed Been smoking’ only the best weed Hangin’ out with the so-called “Hippie set.” Seen in all the right places Seen with just the right faces You should be satisfied, but it ain’t quite right [Chorus] What is hip? Tell me, tell me, if you think you know What is hip? If you’re hip The question, “Will it show?” You’re into a hip trip Maybe hipper than hip What is hip? [Break] Come on [Refrain] Hipness is. What it is Hipness is. What it is Hipness is. What it is Sometimes hipness is, what it ain’t https://www.writing.com/main/redirect?htime=1789596974&hkey=b1da6f225375a8385725… You’re still a young man Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time You’re still a young man Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time Down on my knees Oh, heart in hand I was accused of being too young But I’m not so young I could make you happy I’m not a bad man You’re too young to love (If you and I could be together) You’re too young to love (I’ll never never leave you alone baby) You’re too young Ooo Ooo (No I won’t sweet lady) Don’t waste your time The damage is done You see that you were wrong You wake up wondering just How well I’ve done Well I’ve done alright Yes there are some girls but you know I dropped them on sight Just for you Because I love you You’re still a young man Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time (Someday you’ll understand just what it means when a man Comes to you with his little heart in his hands Just to love you) Don’t waste your time You better listen to me Sayin that I’m loving you yeah hey now baby tryin to tell You that it’s you you you you you you you you talkin to you Baby, I’ll never never never never I’ll never never do you No wrong no no lady if you would check my stuff out one time haha Just to hold you, just to squeeze you and all I wanna do is to Get next to you and please please please you baby See where I’m comin from! Stop right now turn on the TOP as the band often sung ‘”you gotta get funky gots to funkify get your soul vaccination then go down to the nightclub only one place to go Bump City!”

Recalling the Dream

Sam Adams
Always recalled
The special
day that he met
His fate

And ended his lonely life
When he met and married
The love of his life

Reminiscing
about the dream
That brought them together

In his dream
He fell asleep
In his class

And saw
The most beautiful women
In the universe

Speaking to him
In a weird foreing language

He was mesmerized
Her love mojo
Putting a spell on him

For eight years
She haunted his dreams

But he knew
that someday

She would
become his wife
darling, honey
And special eternal Valentine

Then one day
his hopes
Were realized

She walked off a bus
In South Korea
Into his life

He looked at her
With excitement
It was her
The girl in the dream

The next night
She was waiting for him
At his class

They went out for coffee
She told him
He was hers
And she was his

Love at first sight
As sparks flew
From heart to heart

A few days later
He had a surprise for her
After dinner
Over coffee and red chocolate cake

He proposed to her
Promising to be always
Her man

She hugged him
Kissed his cheek
And said

“yes”

Six weeks later
They married,

 

Secret Portal to Narnia =A wish come true

Sam Adams was a paranormal researcher for the “Cosmos Institute”, a paranormal research center in Berkeley, California. They considered themselves the real “X files” and consulted with governments, corporations, and private citizens around the world. They sent a team to the field to investigate each claim submitted for verification and charged fees for their investigation. 90 percent of the time they uncovered an elaborate hoax. They published their findings on their website,” The Cosmos Institute Investigates – The Truth Is Out There, Really Out There.”

Most times they published a detailed analysis of the claim and their finding which usually stated this is a hoax. Among the claims that they left “ pending” were Bigfoot, Yeti, Loch Ness Monster, the existence of aliens.

One of the pending cases that intrigued the world was what exactly happened to Sam Adams, James Jones, and Maria Shah? Where did they disappear and was there foul play involved?

Maria Lee the founder of the institute finally had to hold a press conference to announce their preliminary findings.

She was a plain-spoken woman who carried a lot of respect as she used to be with both the CIA and FBI working in their “X Files” shops – which did exist but were secret agencies. She knew a lot of things that she could not talk about.

She had a team of experienced researchers. But no one knew her true mission.

One of her key researchers was Sam Adams. He had been there since the beginning and she knew that he had some suspicions about their work but so far he seemed loyal and trustworthy.

. One day they received a mysterious package, an old-fashioned pocket watch, a key, a map, and a cryptic note. The note read,

“Open the key in time and find the door to the other worlds. Follow the map to the doorway. ” The map indicated that they were to go to Medford, Oregon and inquire at local realtor in the Medford Town Center shopping mall. They were to speak to Joan Smith who would give them directions to the property and the deed to the property as the deceased owner had willed it to the Cosmos Institute.

They drove to Medford about a six-hour drive and spent the night. Sam was accompanied by his two assistants, James Jones, a black gay man in his late 30s, and Maria Shah, a vivacious immigrant from Mumbai, India who had a crush on Sam.

They met with Joan who told them that all she knew of the property was that it had been owned by a retired Professor McGregor who was originally from Oxford and taught Shakespearian English at Southern Oregon University and the Shakespeare festival for a few years before retiring and becoming a hermit in his abandoned mansion. She had never met him but he had sent them instructions. She recommended selling the property as it had to be gutted but it had killer views and there were lots of interested buyers. Or they could build a vacation rental property and use it for their weekend retreats and staff vacations which a lot of Bay Area companies were doing these days. In any event, she could facilitate a sale and redevelopment.

Sam Adams decided to spend the night. Maria joined him. James Jones had decided to check out the only gay nightclub in the area down in Ashland, a college town and home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

There was power on and some rudimentary furniture. They decided to order pizza and then try the various keys thinking that it was a waste of time and that the institute should sell the property as Joan the realtor had recommended saying that it needed to be a total gut job but it had killer views so should fetch a good price. Sam thought that would be a good investment for the institute which had inherited lots of strange things over the years.

They tried the key on all the doors, nothing worked until they came to a wardrobe. They tried the key and it opened and they saw a tempting sight a tropical beach beckoning them. They walked through the door and disappeared.

They found themselves on a deserted beach next to a ruined castle. They wondered where they were and what to do when they saw a bird looking at them. The bird spoke up and said,

“welcome Humans. We have been waiting for you to return and serve as King of Narnia. Welcome. Come with me.”

Sam turned to Maria and said,

‘God CS Lewis was right Narnia exists.”

They went with the bird to meet the remnants of the old Narnian resistance who were waiting for them.

The next day James came to the property and found the house and vanished as had Sam and Maria.

James reported the disappearance to Maria who told him to tell no one what had happened and return to the institute. When he got there, Maria told him,

James, Sam stumbled upon something that he should not have seen.

“James, Sam, and Maria are in another world, the keys opened a portal, a wormhole of sorts. The Director knows where he is and we will mount a rescue in due course. For now, we will put out a press release saying that Sam, James, and Maria died in a tragic hiking accident. “

“Okay but what about me?”

She smiled and gave him the key and said

“Go back and find Sam. “

He went back to the house and found the house was back. He walked in and turned the key in the wardrobe and walked though and saw Sam there.

He said to Sam,

“well this must be a parallel world.”

 

 

 

Day 21 The musician used CAL Drummers’ poem

 

 

Day 23 Snarling Cup of Coffee✎

The mysterious neighbor

 

 

Day 26 morning person

 

I am a morning person
Wake up at the break of dawn
As the sun rises
I drink coffee

Watch the news
Write in my journals
Contemplate the day
Making my plans

My wife is a night owl
She gets up about 10 am
And is at her peak
About sunset

We both agree
The best part of the day
Is sunset

When we drink wine
And talk about

The day that just ended
And make plans
For the morning

Before having dinner
And watching TV
To wind down the day

Day 27  On tardiness

 

My wife and I

 

Have always had

A bit of conflict

 

Over time

Tardiness

And being late

 

I am from a German-American family

Where being on time

Was an essential value

Drilled into us

From my overbearing father

 

My mother was Irish to the core

And followed her own schedule

Which drove my father

Over the edge

 

Once we were trying to leave

For our annual trip

To the summer cabin

 

My father was ready to go

At sunrise

He was such a morning person

 

My mother finally was ready

At 11 am

 

My father said

We are way behind schedule

 

She laughed

Your schedule

Not my schedule

 

My father groaned

In frustration

And we left.

 

 

While my wife

Is Korean

 

And in Korea

Koreans follow Korean time

 

Things start when they start

And everyone is a bit late

Due to traffic etc

 

Being fashionably late

Is a given

And not a big deal

 

To this German American

That has always been a problem

 

 

My wife leaves when she leaves

Not taking into account travel time

Following her own schedule

No doubt following my mom’s

Sense of time

 

I leave allowing for wiggle room

Train/bus delays

Parking snafus etc

 

I learned years ago

To creatively lie

And tell her the time

30 minutes off

 

In hopes we would leave

More or less on time

And that strategy

Works more or less.

 

Day 28

 

Front Door

 

We installed keyless locks

On our front doors

Of all of our rental units

A few years ago

 

Making it easy

To enter and leave

Keeping the codes

Easy to remember

 

One of the greatest things

We have done lately

Front Door

We installed keyless locks
On our front doors
Of all of our rental units
A few years ago

Making it easy
To enter and leave
Keeping the codes
Easy to remember

One of the greatest things
We have done lately

 

Day 29 Gone But Missed Saludad

 

As I turn 71

I reflect back

On all the people

Who have gone on

 

Missing my father

Who died of cancer

At age 65

 

Missing my mother

Who died of alzheimer’s

In 2007

 

Missing my sister

Who died of a mysterious illness

In 2005

 

Missing my college housemate

John Weber

Who died of cancer

 

Missing my college trans friend

Christopher

 

Missing my second

Foreign Service boss

 

Julian  taken from us

In the Embassy bombing

In Kenya

 

Missing my two bosses

in Bangkok

both dead of heart attacks

 

Missing Paul Simon

Who also dropped dead

While walking the dog

 

Missing my Korean plumber

Who died from pancreatic cancer

At age 70

 

His death shocked me

To the core

Such a rapid death

 

Three months after receiving

The cancer diagnosis

He was no more

 

Day 30 The Cosmic Dog from Goa

Back in 1996,

Sam Adams was living and working in India,

separated from his wife

because of their jobs.

When she joined him,

 

they traveled to Goa for the first time.

Every morning,

a dog came to visit him.

 

The dog looked

like some sort of cosmic dog,

sitting nearby

while Sam practiced yoga

on the beach.

 

He told the dog everything,

and the dog seemed

to understand.

 

One morning he asked,

 

“Say, Cosmic Dog,

are you God?

 

Bark once for yes,

twice for no.”

 

The dog barked once.

 

“Are you Allah?”

One bark.

 

“Are you Buddha?”

 

One bark.

 

“Are you Satan?”

 

The cosmic dog growled,

 

and Sam knew

he had gone too far.

 

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