Greg


Greg who at nine years of age was labeled variously schizophrenic 	
	 autistic and retarded in addition to the also unkind epithets
	 laid upon him by his peers but to himself was just Greg (an
	 untranslatable word as are all proper nouns) admittedly had a
	 problem. 

He paced the earth diffidently like honorable old Chinese gentleman
	 in ancient movie rocking slightly to and fro his honorable body
	 while wringing his also honorable hands repeating over and
	 over, 

Too many people!

Too many people!

Perhaps poor Greg was undone (like the gentle Pippen whose brain
	 unraveled at the vision of too vast an ocean) more by the
	 undulating waves of too much truth than by genetic endowment.  

Too many people!

I often feel the same.

Yet even these two billion and then some would not be too many if 	
 	 each one did not aspire to significance.