“An Imaginary Dialogue”

Thursday, September 10th, 2020. 12:48 PM.

An Imaginary Dialogue


August: “April, I was just cooking some farina. And while cooking it, I got to thinking of you. And was imagining having a conversation with you.”

April: “And how did it go . . . this conversation?”

August: “It went just like this dialogue that I’m writing now at my desk while eating this farina between sentences.”

April: “You know August . . . if I may take a chance and confess something honestly to you that I wouldn’t usually say, but, somehow it seems OK to say it now, if you can, maybe, take it?”

August: “OK, April. I, maybe, can take it. What would you like to confess?”

April: “It has to do with your conversation, August.”

August: “What about my conversation, April?”

April: “You’re just too easy, August.”

August: “What do you mean, April?”

April: “Well, remember when we were in the basement playing chess?”

August: “Yes, I remember playing chess in the basement.”

April: “Well, one of the unspoken reasons that I invited you to play that game was to let you know that I’m like that.”

August: “Like what, April?”

April: “I’m a game player, August. I use my wits. I’m strategic, too. I mean, I’m an intellectual in my social interactions with people.”

August: “And so, what does that mean? Do you want a friend who is also like that?”

April: “I’m not sure, but . . .”

August: “But, what, April?”

April: “Well, August, you don’t seem to be compatible with that kind of inter-personal interaction, August.”

August: “Well, I do play solitaire, April.”

April: “Oh, you do?”

August: “Yes, I play that card game several times a week . . . maybe 5 times a week.”

April: “And how does it go, August?”

August: ‘Well, sometimes I win and sometimes I don’t win. I usually look at the clock on my table just before shuffling the deck.”

April: “Why do you do that, August?”

August: “There’s something about time that interests me, I guess. I look at the clock before I wash dishes, before taking a nap, just as I begin a walk, just before turning off the light at night, just before taking a shower, too.”

April: “Why?”

August: “I guess, I just like to observe how long these things take to complete. Maybe there’s a kind of non-financial bookkeeper in me.”

April: “Do you do bookkeeping?”

August: “Well, I began some bookkeeping courses; but, didn’t complete them.”

April: “Why didn’t you complete them?”

August: “I lose interest in thinking about classifying financial transactions every day. It just isn’t meaningful enough to me to hold my interest. I do use Excel though and record my transactions there. It doesn’t require double entries; so, it’s much simpler. And there are only a few transactions to enter; for example: buying 2 gallons of spring water; or a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk; or the total of what I buy at a department store; or, occasionally, something bought online. Or, some non-financial things, like the day I open a 64-ounce jug of grape juice or begin using a roll of paper towels or a box of Cheerios.”

April: “August, you are so funny!”

August: “I know. Isn’t it funny?”

April: “I just said that, August.”

August: “Sorry about that, April.”

April: “I forgive you, August.”

August: “Thank you, April.”

April: “What does this have to do with the title of this dialogue, “OK,” August?”

August: “OK. Let me explain. I began writing this dialogue with the idea that it would be about the idiosyncrasy of saying “OK” very often in August’s responses to what April says; but, somehow, it just didn’t go that way – or, as in the lyrics of Paul Simon: “It just won’t work out that way/in the course of a life time/over and over again . . . “

Mother And Child Reunion – Paul Simon

April: “Well, maybe it isn’t too late to do that. Why don’t you give it a try, August?”

August: “OK.”

April: “August!”

August: “OK, here goes . . .”

April: “Here goes what August? You’re not doing it! You know, August, sometimes you remind me of Gilligan.” [Gilligan of the TV series: “Gilligan’s Island”].

August: “How do I remind you of Gilligan, April?”

April: “You can be so . . . . well, if you’ll forgive me for saying it, August, So simple.”

August: “Am I simple, April?”

April: “August, remember that time at the beach when we were laying down on the blanket and I was very upset with you – so upset that I was really verbally letting you have it?”

August: “Yes, April, I remember that. It was in August of 1974 – “The Summer of ’74” –the last time we were ever at the beach together.”

April: “Why did you let me go on and on like that? Why didn’t you say something?”

August: “I had no verbal interaction skills. I didn’t know what to say. My teachers never taught me how to talk to someone who is angry. And I didn’t want to quarrel with you, April.”

April: “Why not?”

August: “I suppose I understood that if I did, it would have only made you angrier.”

April: “And what if I did get angrier?”

August: “Why would I want you to do that? There’s no love and kindness and loving kindness in madness. I want to be at peace with you.”

April: “Why do you want to be at peace with me, August?”

August: “It’s sweeter that way, April.”

April: “What is sweeter that way, August?”

August: “Well, conversation, for one thing.”

April: “Anything else?”

August: “Walking together.”

April: “Anything else?”

August: “Listening to music.”

April: “Anything else?”

August: “I guess, maybe, everything else is sweeter when there is peace. Even writing is sweeter when the writer is at peace.”

April: “OK, August; but, does that mean that whenever something upsets me and I try to talk with you about it, all I will get is your quietness? I want to hear from you, too. And, maybe, I need you to calm me down by showing some understanding. And, maybe, I also want to understand what you think about the matter that’s bothering me. Maybe I need and want more than a patient listener.”

August: “I will try to be more than a quiet listener, April. I need experience and practice, though, to learn how to do it well, to do it in love and kindness and in loving kindness.”

April: “OK, August.”

August: “I may need a lot of practice.”

April: “OK, August.”

August: “And now what, April?”

April: “What do you mean by ‘And now what?’ August?”

August: “Well, maybe, it’s your move, April.”

April: “We’re not playing chess, now, August.”

August: “OK, April.”

April: “Do you remember how to play chess, August?”

August: “No, April. I don’t remember. I may not have played chess again since that time we played chess in the basement of that white house on Glen Road where you were living in May of 1974 — 46 years ago. The best thing about that time was the experience of just being there, alone with you, April – the most special person I ever met. There is just something very special to me about your presence. And your appearance, the way you look. And the way all of that makes me feel – like I’m in the presence of something mysteriously wonderful that is affecting me like an invisible cloud of glory, maybe. I don’t really know. It’s just mysteriously wonderful.”

April: “What would you like to play, August?”

August: “Well, I like music. And I haven’t danced in decades. When I watch the music video of “My Fair Lady” starring Audrey Hepburn and see a certain man there put his hand gently on her hip, I imagine I would just cry if I rested my hand on her hip.”

April: “Why do you imagine you would cry, August?”

August: “I imagine my heart would melt like Frosty the Snowman’s whole body if he were in the sunshine of a summer day.”

April: “And which one of those men in the video are you referring to, August?”

August: “The one who looks like Floyd, the barber, on The Andy Griffith Show.” [approximately 2:14 into the video].

“MY FAIR LADY”/”Wouldn’t It Be Loverly?” – AUDREY HEPBURN





April: “August, you have to make up your mind. Are you a lover or a philosopher? Are you August or Thoreau?”

August: “Maybe it is no longer for me to decide.”

April: “Then who is the decider?”

August: “Maybe it is for the Maker of all things to decide. There is something in His Word about “the mind of Christ.” And also something about: “It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to put confidence in man.”

April: “Maybe you should see a psychiatrist.”

August: “Why? To be put on psychiatric drugs? To be dumbed down and doped up and stupefied on their drugs for the rest of my life? And to be taken advantage of by them while under the influence of their toxic medications – just so they can charge the insurance companies for office visits and so the pharmaceutical industry can make its trillions pushing drugs on people who don’t realize they’re only being used and abused — like animals on a corporation-owned farm that is devoted only to making money?”

April: “Well, what else can we do? Isn’t it written that “the whole world lies in wickedness?”

August: “We can believe the gospel and turn away from that world that doesn’t believe in God; and is, consequently, suffering from “the blind leaders of the blind leading them into the pit” because of their unbelief toward God; and their consequently inevitable belief in the ungodly world’s god: “the god of this age.”

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (3/9) Movie CLIP – Moon River (1961) HD

April: “It’s very curious that Audrey Hepburn, in My Fair Lady, sang about an insect in the windowsill – and then, in Breakfast At Tiffany’s, she is singing and playing a guitar on a windowsill. I find that coincidence quite amusing, August.”

August: “Yes, I noticed that, too; however, it was only after viewing that music video many times that I saw the similitude that you observed so quickly. And two words you just mentioned reminded me of a lyric in another song from long ago.”

April: “Which two words, August?”

August: “So amusing.”

April: “And what song from long ago has those two words, August.”

August: “My Way,” by Frank Sinatra.”

April: “Do you like that song, August?”

August: “I like the melody and the contemplative theme and the peaceful reflections of the lyrics. There is something very sweet and sad about that gently sung song; however, the idea of living one’s life “my way” doesn’t seem to be in agreement with what Jesus taught. And how could there be love and harmony between people if they are believers in “my way” rather than God’s Way?“

April: “I don’t know. I guess it would be a struggle to stay together in that case. August, what other songs have you listened to, today?”

August: “Today, I listened to many songs. I could list them for you, if you’re interested?”

April: “I’m interested in seeing your list, August.”

August: “OK, then: here they are, April. I hope you enjoy them. And I would be interested in any comments you’d like to share with me about them.”

This Kingdom | Hillsong (Featuring Darlene Zschech)

Raise A Hallelujah (Lyrics) ~ Bethel Music

Joan Baez. Barbara Allen with lyrics

Above All Powers With Lyrics (Lenny LeBlanc)

Still – Hillsong Worship (Lyrics)

Neil Diamond The Old Man Died


Jonathan Livingston Seagull – Be

Neil Diamond – Be

Canta libre – Neil Diamond


I Will Follow Him – André Rieu

André Rieu – You´ll Never Walk Alone (Live in Maastricht 2018)

Andre Rieu The 3 Girls Singing The Rose

André Rieu – Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

André Rieu – Don’t cry for me Argentina live at Radio City, New York

April: “About the song, “I Will Follow Him,” wasn’t that song made famous by Peggy March?”

August: “Yes, it was, April.”

April: “And the title of this letter, or blog post to me, is about August Remembering April in March – isn’t that a beautiful coincidence, August?”

August: “Yes.”

April: “Did you do that on purpose?”

August: “For a few days prior to writing this letter, I had been trying to remember that song. And I could not. And then, while writing this letter yesterday, the song came back into my memory. And I happily noticed that the singer’s last name was/is March – and that we are in the month of March, too. And, also, I recalled that many years ago, I wrote a little rhyme about March.”

April: “What rhyme did you write, August?”

“The March wind is blowing

And the buds are beginning to swell

Soon the leaves will be turning green

And on my mind is Sandra Jeanne.”

April: “And who is this Sandra Jeanne, August?”

August: “Someone who hasn’t written to me in about 37 years.”

April: “Well, maybe March isn’t her favorite month.”

August: “What is your favorite month, April?”

April: “Well, it may be no surprise to you, August, that April is my favorite month.”

August: “And why is that, April?”

April: “It is in early Spring. I like early Spring when the leaves begin turning a tender light green; and the wind becomes gentle and the forsythia become yellow; and the song birds return from the South.”

August: “I like all those things about April, too, April. And I like this song titled April: Simon & Garfunkel – April Come She Will (Lyrics)

Peggy March – I Will Follow Him (remastered audio)

April: “August, would you show me that song by Frank Sinatra mentioned above: “My Way”?

August: “OK, April. Here it is: Frank Sinatra – My Way (Live At The Royal Festival Hall, London / 1970)

April: “August, what did you think as you listened and watched that music video, My Way?”

August: “Well, I thought of Captain Kirk of The Enterprise as I was looking at the video of Frank Sinatra singing My Way.”

April: “Why, August?”

August: “He looked like Captain Kirk to me.”

April: “And what did you feel as you listened and watched the video, August?”

August: “I felt emotional.”

April: “What emotion did you feel, August?”

August: “The emotion of weeping.”

April: “Why, August?”

August: “That song is a heart-toucher.”

April: “And what if it is a heart-toucher? Why should a heart-toucher cause the emotion of weeping?”

August: “Well, maybe the human heart is a sensitive thing. When it gets touched it says “Ouch!” In fact, inside the word touch is the word ouch.”

 April: “What do you believe about living “My Way,” August?”

August: “I was just thinking about that this morning, because in a literal sense it seems selfish to live one’s life “my way” – rather than God’s Way; but, maybe, the singer isn’t meaning “my way.” Maybe he means “My Way.”

April: “And what is the difference between those two ways?”

August: “Well, Jesus said some things that might help us to understand about that difference.”

April: “What did Jesus say?”

August: He said: “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” -Matthew 7:13-14. NIV.

April: “And what does that have to do with the difference between “my way” and “My Way”?

August: “Well, Christ Jesus told his disciples not to call anyone on earth teacher. In fact, he said this to the crowds and to his disciples: “But you are not to be called ‘Rabbi,’ for you have only one Master and you are all brothers. And do not call anyone on earth ‘father,’ for you have one Father, and he is in heaven. Nor are you to be called ‘teacher,’ for you have one Teacher, the Christ. The greatest among you will be your servant. For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” -Matthew 23:8-12. NIV.

April: “Where is “the narrow gate” that Jesus spoke of?”

August: “In John 10 we learn about “the gate” from Jesus’ words. “Therefore Jesus said again, “I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” -John 10:7-10. NIV.

August: “And Jesus also said: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” -Matthew 11:28-30. NIV.

April: “How am I to understand all this?”

August: “Only by the Helper, the Holy Spirit, Whom Jesus sends into the hearts of those who really believe in Him may we become able to “understand all this” [as you put it, April]. When we receive Jesus Christ as our Lord and Saviour, the seed of God’s Living Word becomes implanted in our hearts. And, if we are faithful to His implanted living word in us; and sincerely try to live our lives His Way, by studying the Holy Scriptures each day, and praying each day, as He taught us in the Scriptures to pray, then that seed of God’s Word in us will grow and eventually mature and bear fruit; and our understanding of Christ will also grow; and we will become stronger in Him, and Him stronger in us as we continue to walk in Him; and walk after the leadership of His Holy Spirit abiding in us as our Helper, our Advocate, our Comforter. [John 14-17].

Matthew 13. Jesus teaches through parables, including the parable about a farmer sewing seed:

August: I admit that it may be confusing. It can be difficult to think about and write about and make sense of it all. I’m kind of struggling right now to make sense of it all so as to be able to write about it. God’s Way, for us, is a little way – not a big way. Remember that he said that the greatest in the kingdom of God must be humble as a little child? So, maybe, if we do that – by his grace becoming as humble in heart as a little child – then we are in His Way.”

April: “And if we are in His Way, how is that “My Way”?”

August: “We have to understand, by the discernment of the Holy Spirit [the Spirit of Truth, the Spirit of Understanding] that the “My” of My Way refers not to our old self; but, rather, to Him, that is, to Christ our Savior. When we believe the gospel of Jesus Christ and receive Him as our Lord and Savior, then He dwells in us by His Spirit– and thus becomes our New Way and New Life – “which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.” [Colossians 1:27b. NIV].

August: “Jesus spoke with Nicodemus about being born again. It is found in John 3.”

And Jesus explained about receiving the Holy Spirit in John 14-17: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+14-17&version=NIV

Colossians 1-4 NIV.

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