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By Jack Joseph Smith
to engage in pretense devoted to the monolith of
modern prayer."
He indicated to the monument, but Jauquline's
eyes were on white puffed clouds crossing bet-
ween the sun and a religious fairyland. A faint
laugh signaled something to her former lover. A
bit of sublime patience and he might have known,
that she would not have been suprised to see ch-
erubs and nymphs descending through the clouds to
rest their angelic souls of form upon his little
garden valley in an aria of sound from their brass
horns; but he thought her laughter slight, a re-
mark taking him to turn, due no doubt to her spite-
ful spirit.
And strangely enough his reply to his fantasy
was; "do you not know that our montrum is perhaps
the most dedicated voice to God in Los Angeles"
And now her laughter was spiteful.
"Do you think you are the only one who prays in
L.A? And in this unholy city, where did you get
your upper middle class home to do it from?"
"Yogananda says that Karma is the place one acc-
epts and acts from without guilt."
"Then why do you preach to me when I accept my
place in the world, and at the same time try and