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THE RAINBOWS END - THE FIVE TRIPLE CROWNS



Below and rising, sweeping over us, was the gentle Mist
borne by the breeze, whilst off in the distance, on the other
side of The Mountain; The Moon was calling The Mists back into
The Sea.
A Collision of Forces....
The Moonlight coming from the East.
Strikes the Mists moving out of the West.
Across the line that is the known as The Shining Rock.
Below; we watched, as the Light struck the Mist and was
reflected downward against The Shining Rock, and The Shining Rock
cast it back up into The Mist and The Mist repelled and cast it
hurtling downward again and again in a repetitive cacophonous
spectral phantasmagoria. If I were a close friend of the Moon,
I would echo its thoughts; but I am not. All I know is that it is
A Friend of The Sun and The Sun shares its Light with The Moon.
I knew only my own thoughts: and guessed at the thoughts of The
Others and my Opponent. For this Battle there would be: The Light
and The Water and The Wind
This cataclysmic refraction, of the moonlight through the
mountains, striking the Mists that struggled to surmount The Peak
grappling to gain safe passage, away from this theatre of
cruelty, back to The Sea; was now becoming the very reflection of
Existence. A True Battle.

Slowly they formed gentle swirls of ever-changing color:
beautiful rivulets of cascading shades, equal in their visual
refreshment, as the Pure Spring Waters so generously provided by
The Table, are to the weary travel worn body: of a dying warrior.
This is The Shining that lies above The Cave.
That’s when I knew. As the swirls became tighter: a sense of
wonder approached.
Man O’ Man.
Was I one grateful hojomojo motherfucker?
Gotta be honest, I was putting up a good front until that
moment, even to myself. I figured it like this. If that was to be
the place of my Final Stand and I had to Ditch this life.
Well: Fuck it ...this is as good a place to meet my first
complete defeat as any other.
It was kinda funny, my Opponent, who hadn’t ingested: and
yet, he was the first to notice The Lights. What a giggle, what a
freaking giggle. He was our Verifier, so cool, so very-very cool.
What a sucker he was.
I never knew
I never knew
I never knew
A HUNTER
Now was the Time... To Remember
Oh Joy Is Me. Victory Could Be Mine.


Only with tremendous effort and at the greatest expense:
might I still salvage victory. It was kind of funny now, going up
to the top of The Mountain; in essence, it had seemed like a
pointless exercise. I had always been welcome in The Nothing and
I was pretty sure I could go back any time I so chose.
The thing about it is: I’m a hardworking, conventional kind
of guy, that is to say, I choose to live with a deliberate sense
of predictability; for the benefit of myself and those whom I
decide to deal with as associates. It’s not a service fetish, or
a sacrifice complex, it’s just another aspect of competitive
existence. It’s contextual. Slowly, it dawned upon me, that
victory in this battle would best and most properly be defined as
a tie.
I had not chosen My Opponent.
I had not chosen The Battleground.
I knew Knot-What was to be gained or lost,


As The Mist continued over The Mountain, The Light struck
its blows and The Mist used its natural Ally, The Shining Rock to
reflect back the Moons own Light. I had the silliest of thoughts
to have had: while watching such a great Battle. It began to
occur to me, that possibly; The Sun was essentially Punking
The Moon. Well, not exactly, but close to it. Following that line
of reason or lack of reason, I began to most seriously wonder if
The Shining Rock was being punked by the Mist. Maybe, they were
all caught up in this: just for the sake of having something
worthwhile to do.
Looking over my crew, I was a satisfied Leader. We had been
many places, done many things. It had been a good run. Every day
has its Sunset.
I once saw a hysterical drama in which these two basketball
hustlers worked up an entire scam based on the perception that:
"White Men Can’t Jump."
In this movie; occasionally, either the white guy or the
black guy’s girlfriends, would have to come along to remind them
of the practicalities of life. Deception is deception: and such
being the case, even these two partners in crime, would begin to
believe their own scam. Sometimes going so far as to begin to
wager, hard earned scam profits with; and against each other,
over the basic issue of whether White Men could really jump or
not.



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