IF THINE EYE BE WHOLE ETC.

On this Thanksgiving Day, O Supreme Altruist, I offer in humble gratitude my appreciation for the dawning realization; for the solid framework of illusion; for a ringside seat at the last of the best; for the treachery of art and the impermanence of enmity; for education and opportunity; for last-minute shopping in stores bulging with fresh food; for blunt instruments bought by mail and never used; for friendships terminated to mutual advantage; for holy men and women who see God in every human being and never turn their backs; for exciting, wretched creeps who enlighten us with their catastrophes; and for distant hills seen in the early morning, filling us with false hope. "Take your time," they seem to say, " we'll wait."