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There is pleasure when a sore is scratched, But to be without sores is more pleasurable still. Just so, there are pleasures in worldly desires, But to be without desires is more pleasurable still. - Nagarjuna, 150 BC https://twitter.com/bombaebs The Soul appears to be finite because of ignorance. When ignorance is destroyed the Self which does not admit of any multiplicity truly reveals itself by itself: like the Sun when the clouds pass away. - Adi Shankara, 788 AD Bondage and Liberation are of the mind alone. - Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

8:10 p.m., the Sydarian Embassy, Washington, DC:  “Did you get the package?” The words, calm and quiet, displayed none of the seething tension Ambassador Jamar Farahani held inside. He hated working with scum like this--dirty, violent. Uneducated. But that was the only kind of man who would undertake this type of job. “Yeah, we got her,” replied the rough voice on the other end of the line.  “When are you coming to pick her up?” “Tomorrow. Maybe. It depends on the weather. Right now, they will not let any planes take off from the airport. Not even private jets.” Jamar’s hand tightened on the phone as he watched the snowstorm outside his windows. “There is supposed to be a break in the morning. So hopefully, I can get out then.” “If that’s the best you can do, I’ll just have to sit on her for a while. But get here as soon as you can. My guys are getting restless.”  “Just make sure nothing happens to her, Johnson.” Jamar’s voice turned cold and hard. “If she is rap...

Rahab's Sisters The Biblical accounts tell us that Rahab, a harlot of Jericho, hid and protected two Israelite spies in order to save her family from the coming destruction of the town. The names of the two spies went unrecorded; but, after about 3,300 years, Rahab's name lingers. Rahab is, then, one of the world's oldest, named prostitutes. Today, more than three millennia later, prostitution thrives. It remains a money-driven, exploitative, disease-spreading form of degradation and servitude, catering ever to lust; never to love. Used by Permission from Whimsy and Wry Guy Graybill I Oh, dusky, Semite harlot, Now dead three thousand years, Too bad there are no ledgers, That list your nameless peers. II But, Rahab, you're immortal, Your name we'll always know. You plied your trade by serving The johns of Jericho III You saved two spies from capture, Their names are long forgot. But, you, Rahab, a strumpet Have ...