Life is wonderful at the foundation this year. It seems that it is so wonderful for the people in charge of healing the broken souls seeking help, that they don’t need me. I don’t think they ever really need me as much as I needed them. I hope to be needed for a few minutes before giving up the ghost.
I met all sorts of wonderful people over the years and if even a small percent of these decent human beings considered me to also be wonderful, then it was time well spent. Perhaps I’ll receive a telephone call one day asking for my assistance. As long as they don’t call me on the red phone, I’ll be very happy to assist in rescuing any people on the verge of defying their pre-programmed will to survive. Or if anyone needs a little unconditional positive support and guidance in entering the peaceful tunnel with the little white light at the end, I might be their man.
Many poor souls came to the foundation with the same question, “what are human beings for?” I could never answer that question and perhaps that is the reason my presence wasn’t as helpful as I wished it could have been. I went through a lot of pain for a lot or years wrestling with important questions about the purpose of human beings and couldn’t find any answers that made sense to me.
The only people I’ve come across over the years with an uncorrupted purpose on this planet have been volunteer firemen. When I get blue and think about the tunnel, it’s off to a small town I go and make a beeline to the volunteer fire department. Some volunteer fire departments are more friendly than others but most welcome me after I buy some new equipment for them.
Billy told me that the Brothers Karamazov found their purpose in heaven.
Hey Mack, your headlight is busted.