Marc, You're here in this picture with me, although invisible....Marc. Bloch,
Today is January 13, your birthday, the day you were born in France. I had a dream about you at the age of 13, before I ever knew anything about you! And the dream became a reality.
Why am I still celebrating your birthday when you're not in this world any more? What am I searching for?
Is it because of the rare quality in you which I'm immensely missing? Your CARING?.....Your sensitivity towards human suffering in this unforgiving world?
Last night it was snowing in Chicago....and you were born in a snowy night in France 60 some years ago...60 years ago or just last night?...What's the difference?....TIME is just an illusion....
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