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Christ returns; is arrested by the Grand Inquisitor who knows he's the real, certified with papers, coats of arms, a crown-gown and wax seals, inks and emir Christ, but can't let him go; because the people; are too insipid for the understandings of the great teachings. They built a system to beat nature bare bones. "We got a system". So I was thinking and thought too long, I did not respond in time, they have a caste; a what; a system here, and here I was sitting in it, judged by what I didn't know, and if truth be told, I didn't know that-much, but thought the Grand Inquisitor-bit, a snit overblown. Look at the mountains out there; and you are in a middle ages courtroom. Old World.

My first Dostoyevsky was Crime and Punishment; I read: concentrating here; have no idea; sometime pre-'70 - read-where? Was about a pawn-shop lady, so I took particular interest in the movie, "The Pawn Broker", Rod Steiger. It's the grand-inquisition. The police inspector. If I were he? But of not, the real substance of the Brothers, yes the-names; how do you figure the names; nada: until I discovered they all the-same, one character: different names. They just do different things; in the where of different customs; and time-travels. Then I could settle down and watch the-show. The richest guy in Russia, "War and Peace"; I know him; but without the money. I met him in the army. I met them all in the army. So why stay here in the desert? I know you so-well, except love; you are a stranger to me; and of: in search of me I am. It was a fiction not a material mechanism. I was a tourist.

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