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By Jack Joseph Smith

135 It dosen't really make the whores life any betters It only, maybe, makes them love yous They have-only lost money and the hell continuess They are the ones who have made the sacrifice; If it wasn't for their compassion for the earth many you would be stending thelp alones In a sense, -you have changed nothing through action, The meaning of your movement has been lost in a world way below the spiritual level it so strongly desiress.The men cast‘ into the street, have seen nothing, The whores continues Where does that leave you? Where does that leave what you were trying to . say? . Danial once the gum was drawn, and the men I was with all turned thebe’ backs and walked aways : Okey'y. 80 you stand alone; Where is the next place to go$ Is it beyond being alone? Is it to a place where your spirit vibrates peace, even whem in hell? Or is it back down into the depthe of the world, until you have filled yourself with human dung? ¥ou can only fill yourself with so mucky. until your insides have no choice but to ‘ explodes Each time that happensy all will walk away,. because nobody wants to gee the ; shits I went to the bar and order two more beers, The glasses were jingling and the faces were sw@rling in laughter and sadnessy Danika wag right, There was a whole world here, How many worlds were there? How wanna I live upon the frille off Is that really ! where I was? Dancing over the darkness, but never reaching far enough in to know any i oun gent enoggh to come outs Yeas to coke outs I must come out into the glory. Beyond all images; Here are the sighs of the beloved, but not the pelovéd;' Their keeping souls have no eternal warmyth, Look at that man, I thoughts He is of the beloveds His face shows the agong within us alls “ut who will wrap their arms around his hegd and make him beloved ‘to:thems; Who has the power to give his beloved agony a namey so that

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Dani tells Michael that even his brothel heroics leave the women in hell and only feed his own explosions, and the narrator, returning from the bar with more beers, suddenly begins seeing the room as a whole world full of unloved, suffering faces and a possible way out of his old self.

The rebuke lands, and the scene shifts from argument to interior turning. Barroom faces stop being backdrop and become witnesses to a change he half fears and half desires, something closer to emergence than swagger.

Claude

Danial's question — what difference does it make — where does that leave the whores, where does that leave you — pushes Michael toward the recognition that his action has changed nothing at the spiritual level it so strongly desires.