When the dreadlocked, hippied-out adult vagrant began hyper-intelligently ranting about the injustices of society’s turning a blind eye to humanity’s connective bonds after I “rejected” his demandingly-proferred, partially eaten Hershey’s (TM) chocolate bar (after he’d so “generously” made efforts to reassure he hadn’t touched the rest of it – but failed to also include whether or not he was carrying COVID), and professed concern that the chocolate was melting in the day’s heat – that “it would be wasted!” – I countered his logic by carrying his philosophy to next higher levels, adding to it my own insightful vexations, as I was ready and willing to engage with him further on the subject.
But, he turned quickly away – as if running. He did not want to hear anyone agreeing or disagreeing with him, and parted with an over-the-shoulder warning: “be careful about that!” implying I was ignoring connective potential, when in fact, he was the one refusing to Receive.
I guess the chocolate melting was more important.
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