--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Mark Landau <m@...> wrote: > > Perhaps we all do things differently (though similarly). I did most of mine in the years after I left, '76-'78. Then pretty much stopped till I decided to sell the sandals feeling I had done most of it. Perhaps now there's just a little more to do, triggered by everything that's come up here and since. Also, he was a much larger part of my life than most.
Does anyone's death expunge them from the hearts and lives of others? Or is this irony directed at others or a humorous riff going over my head or all of the above. I think there should a Shakesperian type of Maharishi play. I don't know if it would be a comedy or a tragedy, but I think these lines would have a place in it. Perhaps it can be Mark sitting on rock outcroppinng, and these are first lines of his soliliqy.
