Or a Poem. An Old Poem. If I was that, everybody would forget me at the party.
Or a Bottomless Pit. But then, everybody would expect me to eat all the candy and not get sick. Who says Bottomless pits don't get sick? I think they do. Poor little Pits.
Or maybe I could be a Rip In The Fabric Of Time. Or a Funk Beat. Or a Memory Of A Playground. Or All Business. Or a Meatless Diet. Yes. That is it.
Or, wait, a Doubt. No, there are too many of those already. A Little Bit Of Hope? Yep. That is what the party needs. We are in Washington D.C. Just drove by the Pentagon and the Capital dressed in my Little Bit Of Hope costume.
Zach Gill joined the tour last night and we have been having a blast. Talking about the Grail, the King, the Fool and all things Spirit. Hope to see you out here.
Love,
Mason



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