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This piece is a dialogue with Laotse and Chuangtse as found on pp. 56-57  of Lin Yutang's (editor and translator) brilliant "The Wisdom of Laotse."

He begins commenting on Chuang-tse who was commenting on Laotse's "Exalt not the wise So that the people shall not scheme [win v lose] and contend [in partisan debate];" Wait, am I in the wrong place or the wrong day and or time? The title drawing me here and now is "The Prophetic Function of Trumpism" Exalt not self-promoting grandeur, So democratic culture shall induct win/win resolutions together and resonate with sacred integrity. Hmmm. OK, so maybe this is the right place but ahead of our time, like prophecy and not-not double negative paradoxymorons; Exalting the transparently invulnerable unwise leader. He came like a surgeon to overpower a diseased patient. We will cooperate like a health care climate to retreat with a wealthy EarthPhysician. He came like a good son proffering toxic medicine to a father sick from neglect. S/he will come as a loving FatherLight investing in multicultural meditation within a Messianic ReGeneration ChristChild HolonicSpirit who has been sick from an EarthClimate of red anger and yellow neglect. For in the world of perfect green/blue peace, no value was placed upon exalting the wise, or putting the capable men in position. For on a multiculturally healthy Earth restoring justice as peace, abundant win/win values overwhelming win/lose cancerous capitalism will not be invested upon abusing and violating the unwise, instead committed to restoring healthy egos to cooperative leadership positions. The president was like the top of a tree unconsciously transcendent, and the people lived like the deer in the forest. Cooperative circles of residents will return as root systems of a sacred EarthTree communicatively communioned, and egosystems will again live like nutritious products of extended families of mammals amid a forest of MotherTree icons to and for climate health, future seeds and wombs of Bodhisattva EarthMother. Doing liberally loving right, they did not know it was called green left justice. Having gone violently wrong, punishingly win/lose, manna v mammon, capitalistic top to patriarchal bottom, we have deeply learned we are called to cooperative healthy democratic peace. Kind to one another, they did not know that it was called humanity. Having been unkind egotistically against each polarized Other, we deeply and multiculturally learned we are divinely called humane. They were straight and did not know it was called faithfulness. We will also be LGBTQ and will not doubt wealthy culture calls to octaves of climates in full spectral healthing color. They were proper, and did not know it was called honesty. They were improperly Yang hemisphere imbalanced, and will become witnesses to compassion's universally cooperative yintegrity. They moved about and called to one another for help, and did not call it favor or asking for redemptive grace. They will immigrate and emigrate for climate restoration and co-invest in each other for sensory help, and call this restoring Earth's optimal health justice. Therefore, their actions left no ecological trace and their events left no theological reflective record. Therefore, our future actions and wise words will leave no history conquering trace and EarthTribe's creative events will leave no monoculturing manifest destiny conquering monotheistic monopolistic monosyllabic just red right man history, No summary drawing together past meets present prophetically greets future, no re-membering conclusion, no polling trends for restoring EarthJustice health as our prophetic bicameral measure of cooperative vocational wealth.

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