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My dearest long deceased friend, Libby, black sheep of her fabulously wealthy family for precisely the same reason as so many other genius truth fanatics, insisted to me that her friend, Reenee, could walk through walls, that she'd seen it with her own two eyes. I had to believe her. She did have a splendid imagination and a spectacular sense of humor, and sometimes was prone to exaggeration, but she didn't make shit up. Even if she did, which she didn't, ever, unless you count calling in sick, she absolutely would not bullshit me.
Maybe instead of getting on TV to titillate the masses people ought to just tell or show this sort of thing to people who can make it so for those who know them. Maybe if people cultivated truthfulness above fashion and wealth, like Libby did, they could end up being people to whom others would listen. Maybe something closer to actuality would start manifesting itself for us then.
always and any time....
