Max is NOW!

That cutting sound, the absolute crackle of water striking water is so dis qualified.
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There is a small child peeking into the water now. She has climbed the cement barrier of that small public fountain. Such wonder as she peers through the mess of rippling surface and partially reflected sunlight. It’s like a shattered mirror floating in space.
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“Can I have a penny?” she asks her mother.
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I have forgotten that power of wishing upon a penny as it breaks the shattered surface of water. I have forgotten the beauty of a single plea against probabilities and possibilities.
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The fountain is empty but for a few estranged coins.
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Perhaps we have all lost the power of wish, to want and desire…the power of passion.
Or worse? Maybe we have lost what to wish for, what to want and desire, that in-itself of passionate chase. Even as I write I cannot toss a single cent into the flux of water. Is there anything left that has not been soiled and tainted as the newest commodity of man?
And then I understand….everything is left to wish for and desire.
We have not, do not, and can not soil any of it. Not a single ounce of reality, not one quark of pure energy.
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What is done is undone as well. There is not inversion to the problem; there is only the problem and the truth…