Speaking of "Bad Mojo", I can never escape it. We walked dowm on the beach drive and saw the HP beach bash by the ocean drive. Most of the alcohol has run out except for cheap Vodka. There was no ice, either. People seemed very enthusiastic and joyful, however. Steve and I had some shots and that made me out of control for the rest of the night. We left and went to Mango bar. The visual stimulation is beyond my description. The bartenders were all so beautiful in the extremely skin tight clothes. The dancers/singers... it is visual stimulation to its maximum degree.
* All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there. * Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, idolator, worshipper of fire, come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times, Come, and come yet again. Ours is not a caravan of despair. o Variant: Come, come again, whoever you are, come! Heathen, fire worshipper or idolatrous, come! Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times, Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are. * Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. * Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still. * Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. * Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon h
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