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| "Clove cigarettes became popular in the United States among young people in the early 1980s. The trend peaked in 1984 when imports, mainly from Indonesia, totaled 150 million cigarettes per year. The trend began to reverse in 1985 as evidence suggested that clove cigarettes were more harmful than originally believed." (source) |
Two days ago I write about visiting my late friend Ken and also friend David, back in May 1984 in Berkeley. Most pungent sensation memory from that trip is standing on the sidewalk with David after we would get a pizza by the slice at Blondie's or East Coast Pizza. Always there was the aroma of clove cigarettes in the air, and whenever I smelled them afterwards, I was transported back there.
Obama declared clove cigarettes illegal for sale in the U.S. Today RFK jr. made them legal again. Not that I plan to smoke them.
My life has been, and continues to be, a series of unfolding, hyperintertwined, ineffable coincidences that cascade one after another and which speak to me so deeply that I told anyone about half what it means to me, they would think me to be a madman. Jung called this synchronicity. Each separate coincidence may or may not be meaningful. That is not the point. The point is that they happen at all. When the flow stops, then my life feels dead. When they are happening my life feels like it has a spirit momentum that is unlike any feeling produced by my own efforts. This is the unspoken subtext of much of what I write here. It is part of my testimony to the existence of God, even though it makes sense only to me (and maybe a few other people who are my secret allies in life).
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