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There you go. Eighteen little bags stuffed with the best tea in the
world for a mere fifty cents! It must be my lucky day, and I want
to spread the luck around because the world surely needs it,
especially given the fact that there are resources sufficient to
feed, cloth and house everyone yet a large portion of the
population are starving to death in makeshift hovels. I am sipping
my purchase, Moroccan Mint tea right now, and let me tell you, it
tastes mighty good by itself, without sugar and cream.
The Darkness had descended a few weeks ago. I was
shortchanged three times on the Sabbath - no wonder some Jews
refuse to handle money on their Sabbath. Not that the cashiers
intended to cheat me blind, nor that I lost any money on the
exchanges. I caught all three mistakes on the spot, noting well,
after the third error, that being shortchanged three times in a
single day is quite a coincidence even in Miami. It must have been
a sign that a covenant was broken somewhere and there was
going to be hell to pay. What followed was, in effect, The Curse of
the Chiselers.
Yes, I suppose I have been lucky thus far, or that there are gods
who watch out for people after all. I am tempted to put a curse on
all the chiselers out there, to exclaim again and again, for good
measure, "A pox on them all! A pox on them all! A pox on them
all!” But there is no need for curses, say the sages, for karma is
such that justice provides each with his own. In any event, I would
not have Calamity come back to haunt me with Vengeance,
wherefore I shall nourish this little spark of Light for a moment
over my Numi tea, and wish the world well. Perhaps if we can
gather up all the sparks and put them together, we shall live in
the land of milk and honey, where lambs rest fearlessly with lions.