The fractured body of an unconscious man admitted to the E.R. was identified as Marduk Murdoch. The thirty-three-year-old was involved in a collision. He was transferred from an urgent care in the suburbs to the city hospital.
High anxiety and claustrophobia have always been a part of my personal truth for as long as I can remember. When I first arrived in NYC back in 1979, I was not only overwhelmed by the scale of its buildings, bridges, and tunnels, but I was flabbergasted by the height of the skyscrapers, and the mindset of their occupants. Throughout the fourteen years of working in Seventh Ave schmatta business, I never felt comfortable riding an elevator, nor I was ever totally at peace working in a high-rise in Manhattan.
I was interested in sci-fi stories from the early age. In high school at lunchtime, while others were busy with physical activities, I was busy activating my imagination reading Greek mythology. It was not long before I realized that the imaginary deities portrayed as gods and goddesses in Greek mythology were simply fictional characters created by professional sci-fi storytellers of the time. Those wishful thinking scenarios produced by creative minds of primitive humans were demonstrating the power of imagination, the subconscious mind, and intuition; in absence of knowledge about the physical reality and the world which they had to struggle with, in order to survive. However, the fascinating, inspiring, and motivating stories had always helped me stretch the limit of my own imagination beyond the boundaries of political correctness and religious beliefs.
"If you are present in the future of your own choice, looking at your past, and laughing about it; does it mean that, if you are present in the past, looking at the future of your choice, you are excited?" Zorak. 05.25.15
It was Friday morning. Through a sequence of synchronized events, I was taken on a strange journey to the Interstellar of my personal universe. An unexpected, spontaneous visit to one of my sanctuaries: The Huntington Library in Pasadena, California. The gardens are grounding with their spectacular natural exhibition, particularly in springtime when breathtaking wisterias in the Chinese garden and the Japanese ornamental quince are in the bloom.
Obviously, the obviously obvious stories are as boring as heaven. They do not excite the spirit but comfort the ego.