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So this ethic transcends nationality, religion, politics, education and every standard and ministries, and is recognized, just in the silent movement and mannerism of the body, and the look in the eye.

At the breweries I had to talk to the people at my table, because everyone talked and they talked to me, being mostly Americans in my groups, as English spoken tours. So these were actually my first guided-tours, although I may have done a few in Greece. I didn't do guided. In a tour one was in some fashion, mixed-in with about a dozen strangers, as stringing along in a line, and then bunch-up when an espousal began, and you could maneuver to be next to her or him, or in-between, and feel them and their body-energy for a brief-few moments, and then string-out again and maneuver for the next pose.

The Americans tourists I spoke with at these breweries were mostly from New Jersey, New York, east coast, maybe a school teacher, lower-middle to middle people, who were very friendly, interested, asked questions, compared themselves, and some quipped historical antecedent. I was unkempt, longish hair, beard, maybe sheepskin-lined jacket, roughshod, and they did not know quite what to make of me.

It was never overt, but I was a bit of an exhibit myself, but with no tour-actors to explain the detailed workings, of the philosophy of Thoreau, Twain, Sherlock Homes, Stevenson, Chinese mysticism and smatterings of philosophy from all over the map, as my own program - always running in the unconscious, that underlaid my tour, as a totally spheric feeler near twenty-four hours a day, of air, sky and earth, and any energies that might transparent flow. They had no idea of what I was doing.

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