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July 1, 2003
I met Moses in Hollywood. He's not what you'd expect. First, he's black. He has enormous, pale eyes which see. He carries a magnificent staff. I told him about my mother. He took my hands in his, there in the street, said a prayer. I had tears in my eyes. He understood.

I could feel people's dis-ease. I tried not to allow their small thoughts to cripple me. I did well, but still, it took a toll. This friend who died on the phone with me wrote: if you want to talk to today's real visionaries, talk to the homeless.