"Holly" <noon_union@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Lighten up Holly.

Interesting point ... weight and shadows. I had been immersed in the
details of preparing for Thanksgiving, rushing home through a licorice
colored sky, trying my darnist to put all my ducks in a row.

Mixing your metaphors can can be a long row to ***** and paint
one into a corner...Don't you agree?

This
sort of thinking always carries the kind of weight that slips up on one
unaware. Lightening was flickering in the western sky and the tarmac
was glistening from the down pour. The monotony of the drive was
causing my eyelids to grow heavy and to counteract this effect I turned
on a lecture I had been listening to about the history of science. It
was at the point where the author was talking about static electricity
and of Ben Franklin's contribution of the lightening rod. Ben was
quite an American and being a Rosicrucian as well, he knew many things
about energy that science had yet to discover ... For example he knew
about the way invisible healing waves could penetrate his body ... it
is said that he'd stripped naked in late evenings, and standing before
open mullioned windows, he'd embraced the invisible waves emanating
from a distant point in the galaxy. These waves brought rejuvenating
powers that filled him with a weightlessness, a freedom from all the
burdens of his worldly concerns.

I can provide cites for Franklin's half-assed atheism*,

can you do the
same for your claims?

Above all, Franklin was a realist and not given to foolishness such as
you claim. I challenge you to provide credible cites for your claims.

It is said that on one such evening
while taking in the airs, his reverie was heightened by the terrific
odors wafting from the garden below. Forgetting his nudity he called
out to his lovely landlord's daughter who was tending the BBQ. "What
meat is it?" he asked, disconcerted that he should be so tempted by the
smell of flesh on BBQ when he was very much a vegetarian. The young
girl was not found of Mr. Franklin's flirtatiousness and would avoid
him when ever possible, but due to the shadows of night obscuring his
figure (had it been otherwise surely she would have been mortified) she
could only respond to his disembodied sonorous voice. "Why ... it's
eggplant," she answered curious who might be asking. "No, impossible,"
he responded. "Yes, sir, it is. It is bathed in a Tempranillo sauce:
one part Provence olive oil, one eighth wine from the Tempranillo grape
... oh of course there is a variety of herbs -- garlic, lavender,
basil, juniper, coriander ...." She heard him sigh and trembled. He
sensed her vulnerability. What an evening it was for him ...
intoxicated by the temperature of the night, the taunting Mistral wind,
and the pungent full-bodied aroma of the eggplant tempranillo. The
sheer enjoyment of the moment caused him to forget that he was steeped
in the shadows of the house. "Sir," she beckoned. "Would you like to
join me?"

So....Did he hit it?


*Franklin espoused atheism from the perspective of his time. In a
nutshell
Franklin believed that we should be "good" because that would make you
a healthier, wealthier and wiser man.

"Holly" <noon_union@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Lighten up Holly.

Interesting point ... weight and shadows. I had been immersed in the
details of preparing for Thanksgiving, rushing home through a licorice
colored sky, trying my darnist to put all my ducks in a row.

Mixing your metaphors can can be a long row to ***** and paint
one into a corner...Don't you agree?