Coral Cabala

Silver and Coral Ring in Coral Gables Florida

CORAL CABALA
BY
DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

Coral Gables, Florida, is perhaps the most expensive place for members of the growing servant economy to have lunch in metropolitan Miami; many of them pack their lunch. As for me, I was headed for Burger King. A becoming young lady handed me a slick flyer as I walked along Miracle Mile.

"Kabbalah Comes to the Gables."

The public was invited to a free introduction to the Kabbalah, to be held at the Hyatt Regency on October 23, 2005. Furthermore, for the sum of $25, interested parties could attend a workshop:

"Many Lives, Many Lovers - How To Find Your Soul Mate: This workshop will reveal the secrets of finding your true soul mate and everlasting love."

The area traversed by Miracle Mile in Coral Gables is an upscale, upgraded neighborhood south of downtown Miami and Coconut Grove. It is graced by Mediterranean architecture, wealthy people, banks big and small, exclusive restaurants, art galleries, beauty shops, and the like. The few, low-slung, historic buildings are elegantly charming. But the current architectural mode for business is ponderously Romanesque-made-tall, amply court-yarded and colonnaded.

The Miracle Mile look is inhospitably antiseptic in my opinion. One might notice an ever-so-slight, mingled scent of laundered money and expensive colognes on breezy days. The businessmen are relatively handsome and well heeled under cuffed trousers. If they wear a phallic symbol at all, it is most often a long and red, power tie. Some of the women, particularly those who drive the luxury cars found for sale nearby, have cozy rear seats and comfortable headlights. I happen to be a lip-man who prefers the dignified demeanor and noble countenance of the Latinas.

By the way, Miami-at-large has the largest breasts in the Sunbelt, at least according to the recent statistical study of breast implantation. But ordinary Latinos, particularly Cubans, seem to be mostly fond of rumps, the larger the better. Wherefore if you are an amply endowed lady, no problem, come on down to Miami and your beauty will fare well in many neighborhoods.

As for Coral Gables, I suppose the most desirable mates are reserved; yet one never knows unless the issue is pressed hard. I myself am lonely for dollars at present, hence I have not paid much attention to the possibility of meeting a body or soul mate as of yet - a synthesis of the two would be best for one who follows the personalist ethics of the late Polish pope.

Thanks to La Mujer de Oro, the beautiful married woman who called me out of the clear blue sky, I landed a temporary assignment in Gables for a few weeks. I had almost hit rock bottom - or rather the beach - when she called. I had been beating my head against the wall for some time, and had given up all my high hopes as well as my lowly desires.

There are some things we can do nothing about except leave everything including our egos behind at the coral gate, then submit, forego, forgive, forget, and enter empty-handed with palms opened upward to receive whatever is in store. There are times when we should for nothing if we would receive what is good for us, for our confusing demands simply get in the way.

In any case, I would keep going through the motions with an empty mind, resigned to my fate whatever it might be. In fine, with faith in nothing and knowing nothing is perfect, I would accept whatever number came up even if it were zero. Those 'woulds' were the extent of my will. La Mujer de Oro called two hours later. I found myself in Gables the very next day.

I studied the Kabbalah flyer as the young lady who handed it to me stood by.

"Do you know about the Kabbalah?" she asked.

"Nothing is better than the Kabbalah," I replied.

We smiled broadly at each other and parted pleased with each other and ourselves.

Nothing is perfect.

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MaMa if not Nothing

God would have no reason to be puzzled by logical contradictions nor by any other obstacles real or imagined for that matter, except, perhaps, the problem of her own eternal existence. Of course she might not bother to question her own existence absent any self-defining challenge to it, preferring instead to remain profoundly ignorant in eternal bliss. But If that were the case, then she would not be omniscient, for she would know nothing of herself in relation to her universe. She would be an inscrutable mystery if not Nothing.

Of course she is slightly more than nothingness to manu, primordial man, whom she "measures out" (ma) along with the rest of the universe, in all its particulars - hence we double Ma and call her MaMa, the wise infinitude draped in absolute space, the womb of everything finite that would negate her, but must be satisfied, instead, with an infinitessimal portion of her plenitude.

Within her measure we self-consciously exist. We suppose she is absolute wisdom instead of absolute ignorance. If she were not wise to her particulars, then the fleeting fabric of the illusory universe would collapse back into her womb and she would be the one and only non-dimensional point again, the Ace or Kali. And then we would have nothing to post, posit or prove, for neither we nor anything else would exist. Since we are capable of thinking of the absence of everything except Nothing, we have good reason to presume that Nothing positively exists before anything at all, an unknown something, pregnant with everything including humankind.

Figuratively speaking, we propose that Nothing is fe-male; meaning, she who crowns man. That man is ignorant of the 0rigin from whom all males and females are born is no reason to believe that Ma-Ma is ignorant. Rather, man is ignorant, no matter how learned he might be: the more he knows about particular subjects, the less he knows of the perfect universal, or Nothing, the thou-art-that.