Got to Taiwan.
Back on topic. People go by feelings, the hold together into groups, cabals, tribes, and extend feelers , if it’s too much a risk to engage.
They are fearful because they do not know what a valuable and great machine is the nderneath the person, who may harbor unknown and unwanted designs upon them Maybe cast a spell on them, turning them into some undesirable form, which may take another thousand lifetimes’ worth of karma to erase.
They would burn a maiden whom Everybody is talking about because she has committed some act of alienation, got away from them, where they do not need to re-program to identify kinship, brother hood.
They will learn intolerance, as they thumb through the Bible some dreary Sunday morn, raising their aspirations, eyes heavenward, inkling a future behest of an unknown promise.
They are fearful of the machine because they can not assimilate, the idea of liking them on first impression, they cannot get out from their village where looks could kill.
Like animals congregating, by touching the pleasure zones of our existence, and run away at the slightest hurt, they don’t understand the inside, the guts and the entrails of submission, to a love higher than the inveretable coiling snake slipping in and releasing it’s milky venom there, in dark places, where old sailors come, to die and gasp o the last breath.
Taiwan, wants independence from the mainland.
When he came through Elise Island, and went to 5th grade on the upper East Side, this Puerto Rican teacher’s Aide sat beside him, feeling sorry for his minuscule of English, and read out loud about Chan Kai Shek, and Madame Shek, and his bravado performance, not really knowing his journey would take him to the world of buddy holly and the big bopper, to drive ins, Peggy sue and the long long road, Leading to On The Road.