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The Moons told me to speak and cringe. The minutest of syllables can turn woody, take the shape of a sudden dagger, and fall inside the flesh. Indeed, the Book of Odes tells the speaker to look up and down her jeongja and cringe:

"While the ceiling looks down upon you,
Be free from shame in your own house
As though exposed to the light of heaven."

In the Land of Morning Clans I heard a dear leader speaking. He was a furious rabbi, a peripatetic swallow. A housed Messiah. I had left the West like any migratory verse so as to imagine him and a new morning, because heaven's light pointed East, and so towards East I flied. I became a disciple in heart, but for fear of being caught exposed and pierced by a sudden dagger, I threw my jeongja far away from chanting passages or any dear leader. I wanted to keep heaven very light, as eternal Spring, and the rabbi as furious as a lovely spectre.

Whenever thoughts levitated between wood and soul, I could frame universes unfolding. There was peace all around, and the maru radiated pillows of feather: you could sleep on them and be spoken to by Mencius or Wang Yang Ming without cringing. This I heard straight from the Messiah's mouth, pausing under cherry blossoms, while he brushed a world of colours and subtle contours with his right tongue. I say right because he also spoke dark hymns, and when he did it, his tongue forked, left and right, and he took the shape of a newly painted dragon, as if to remind his disciples that on his Eastern name once buoyed "yong", a dragon. But we were not afraid, because his fire boosted the spring that fed the animal who held each one of us spellbound and exposed to the light of heaven.

Things are always happening for a reason. Take a good friend of mine, for example. He wanted to have a notebook for a long time. Why? Well, because if you want to give the general Divine Principle conferences of the Movement or the International Education Foundation Power Point conferences, you need to have a lot of technical gidgets and gadgets. And this--means a lot of money. If you want to be mobile, invite people to your home, bring the conferences to their home, you need a notebook to connect all of these things together. There is the whole set-up in the Peace Embassy, but this can't be really taken on the road. So, this friend of mine told me, from one place or the other--somehow, someplace, somewhere--he's going to get a notebook. O.K. Great. Now what???