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“May I help you?”
The Friday night crowd fills the café, conversation and laughter flowing with the jazz
band’s music and a clattering soft roar of espresso machines. Taking my cup from the barista, I
nod and give her a “Thank you”. I tap light roast because it has the most caffeine.
Sipping my coffee as I walk out the double doors onto the sidewalk patio, the moon
stands cool waning among scattered stars sprinkled in the indigo sky. Cars pass to my left, a small
crowd mingles at benches smoking. I kick back with a cigarette, enjoying my coffee.
A peculiar old man in a black coat and a golfer’s cap paces the sidewalk before me,
mumbling to himself. He’s going off; all I can make out are the words “hydrogen” “oxygen” and
a whole lot of mumbling to himself. Scratching his gray goatee and speaking in scattered
technical terms, he pokes his fingers into thin air counting under his breath. I shake my head in
disbelief; this town is full of crazies.
My friend, M. walks up, she gestures with her cup and sits next to me. She sips her coffee
and sets it deliberately onto the table. She lights a smoke then flashes a smirk, noticing the old
“Anyway, how’re you doing?” I ask.
“Oh, good man, yourself?”
“Same old, same old.”
“Are you going to school?” M. asks.
“I dropped out. I‘ve always wanted to do school though”
The man pacing stops and points at me with a curiously lazy finger, and asks me if I am
going to school.
Caught off guard for a second I look at him, and hesitantly answer.
“Yea, I might.”
“What are you going to study?” He asks.
“Well, I have to finish math and science.”
“Well... hey take your time, understand.” His hands flow in circles.
M. and I look the guy up and down.
He has and aura of eloquence about him; I often enjoy conversations with strangers here
at the coffee shop.
I once met a guy who had been backpacking across the country for a number of years. He
had a lot of interesting things to say. Maybe this guy is not just so insane after.
“Definitely, it is important to understand material.” I agree with him.
“Understanding brings about positive awareness, you see, and positive awareness is
spirituality. Dogma is a form of tunnel vision. My understanding is… in terms you understand…
God is a word that has been around for millennia. Well, God, as they say; is a fulcrum, and that is
to bring about positive awareness. God is turning a negative to a positive… chemicals in a liquid
state… there are countless variables involved and in all probability the future has limitless
possibilities. The mind is made of many different elements existing in a liquid state. Positive
M. sets her coffee cup down conclusively.
The man starts pacing, stroking his goatee again.
“What’s a fulcrum?” M. asks me.
“It is a leverage point.” I say matter-of-factly.
My friend nods her head in understanding and sips her coffee.
The guy seems to know what he is talking about. He speaks through a modest raspy
voice, and I get the feeling he’s been through a lot. I am not quite sure what he means by his
definition of God, I understand the concept but it seems vague.
“Chemicals?” I stop him to expand.
“Yes, neurotransmitters, it all happens in a liquid state. God created us in his spiritual
“Like creation… hmmm…” I never thought of it like that. When I think of god I usually
think of a old man with a beard or some vaguely eternal river. Perhaps, there’s something to this
thought of God as a measure for positive awareness.
“Anyone want to buy some rings?” A grey haired woman wearing a blue jeans and a
denim jacket with a purple scarf wrapped around walks up with a set of rings on a large key ring
in her hands.
“They are five dollars.” She adds as she holds them toward us.
“They look nice.” the old man tells her.
M. looks with idly casually shrugs, the woman moves on to show some other people in
I smile, the old man is strange, I thought he was just a rambling mad man.
“Why are certain stones considered precious?” I ask.
“Rarity” He concludes.
“What is quartz, or obsidian. Some say it absorbs negative energies?”
“A talisman…like a crucifix, a focus, a meditation, you see. You and me and him, we can
only know what we know through our own experience.” The man says.
I slowly lose interest as he fades out and I can no longer follow what he is saying
conceptually or audibly. He is pacing back and forth, I am a little irritated because I was enjoying
I attempt to bring him back down to my level.
“What did you do today?”
That is when we started getting into politics and straying into areas too abstract for me to
“You know there is a difference between words like truth and table. You can’t argue with
the word table.” I say finally.
M. looks at me. Our coffee is all gone and I know it is time to go.
“I‘m Saul.” I put out my hand.
“Gypsy.” he responds, shaking my hand with a humble smile.