And
he imagined MM (Maria Magdalene) listening at His feet, following Jesus while
He talked so eloquently dedicated especially to her among the listeners.
And
there again, is there perhaps one, his MM, really following him, his writings?
Or was she just a dream, loving his thoughts, his inmost thoughts and feelings.
They
never saw, met, actually spoke to each other. She, a lovely woman, no matter
what: unmarried, married, mother, aged or prostitute, unfaithful wife, ... He,
... a scarecrow.
How
happy, grateful he is. What does he care were he granted the Nobel Prize? Even
were no one to read or like his thoughts?
Only
if she, his MM hears him, ... sure but it is not “him” but “me”. I don’t care
about him. Can you picture it? And it is “me” would thank and kiss her.
“Yes,
I’m your little star, your 'schoner Stern'” without revealing yourself.
That is as I created her in my mind.
- This is my book:
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