Cat’s soul…
This morning, walking back from my morning coffee at the mall… I saw a cat… lying in a sunny spot amongst the autumn leaves…. So I kneeled and rubbed his neck… the way cats like it… He looked up and said “thank you”… and he continued to lay and enjoy the sun…
Does this cat have a soul… does the soul have a dimension… is this soul bigger than my little Tikva’s… and what about the sole on the shoes of the Arab journalist…. Does that soul have a sole… oops… I mean does the journalist’s sole have a soul… or was I right the first time…
What difference does it make… my Tikva’s soul is a place in our soul which we reserve for her…. Forever, ever ever… to use an expression from Dahlia…beyond dimension… any dimension…
This morning, walking back from my morning coffee at the mall… I saw a cat… lying in a sunny spot amongst the autumn leaves…. So I kneeled and rubbed his neck… the way cats like it… He looked up and said “thank you”… and he continued to lay and enjoy the sun…
Does this cat have a soul… does the soul have a dimension… is this soul bigger than my little Tikva’s… and what about the sole on the shoes of the Arab journalist…. Does that soul have a sole… oops… I mean does the journalist’s sole have a soul… or was I right the first time…
What difference does it make… my Tikva’s soul is a place in our soul which we reserve for her…. Forever, ever ever… to use an expression from Dahlia…beyond dimension… any dimension…
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