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A Post-Existence Roundtable

This week featuring Ben Franklin, Walt Whitman, Sun Ra and Homer.

The question: How early is too early?

BF – “Late children,” says the Spanish proverb, “are early
orphans.” A melancholy reflection to those whose case it may be!

H – Tutor’d by early woes, grow early wise!

SR – I’m not a minister, I’m not a philosopher, I’m not a
politician, I’m in another category.

WW – Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth. ‘Tis the
tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young.

BF – By the original law of nations, war and extirpation were the punishment of

injury.  Humanizing by degress, it admitted slavery instead of death.

H – A nation ever to the stranger kind.

SR – The world is in such a bad condition that if they don’t find what you call a

redeemer, every man, woman and child on this planet will be eliminated.

WW – How curious you are to me!

SR – When they push that button, your ass got to go.

BF – “I have not taken from this people the value of an ass, nor done them any other

injury,” said Moses.

WW – The saviours countless, latent within thyself.

SR – What I’m dealing with is so vast and great that it can’t be called the truth. It’s

above the truth.

H – With truth I answer; thou the truth attend.

WW – All is truth.

BF – By the collision of different sentiments, sparks of truth are struck out, and

political light is obtained.

H – Attest, O Jove! the truth I now relate! This sacred truth attest each genial

power.  Fame speaks the Trojans bold; they boast the skill to give the feather’d

arrow wings to kill, to dart the spear and guide the rushing car with dreadful

inroads through the walks of war.

WW – Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek and long ere the Greek.

SR – What you gonna’ do without yo’ ass?

WW – I hear the chirp of the Mexican muleteer and the bells of the mule.

BF – There I ordered something for dinner.

WW – Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill.

H – Imperious hunger bids and I obey.

SR – A world is in danger, this planet is in great danger!


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