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Chapter 20: The Rebel Has No Path

“How much will it cost?” asked Goldberg weakly. “My fee,” said the specialist, “will be ninety-seven dollars.”

“I am afraid,” said Goldberg, “you will have to reduce that a little. I got a better price from the undertakers.”

People just have their own way of thinking.he had inquired from the gravediggers how much they would take and their quotation was less, so why waste money? And anyway one has to die, today or tomorrow. Goldberg is thinking the way any economist, any mathematician would think. To you, he will look a little mad.

But you will find these kinds of people all around the world. Just remember one thing: you have to make it a point that the only criterion of sanity is to remain blissful, whatsoever the cost. It may even be ninety-seven dollars.

On a rough sea, during a very dangerous voyage across the Atlantic, Hymie Goldberg lay over the side of the ship and suffered. “Cheer up my friend,” said the ship steward, “no one ever died of sea sickness yet.”

“Ah, sure,” gasped Hymie, “but it is the hope of dying that keeps me alive.”

One sad, little boy in Sunday school is looking at a picture of the early Christian martyrs being fed to the lions. “Gee,” he says, “just look at that poor little lion at the back, he won’t get any.”

Now it is up to you how you make up your mind about things. The Christian authorities of the school must have hung that picture so that the children could know what had happened to the early Christians. They were thrown to the hungry lions.

But this little boy has his own idea. He looks at the picture and he sees a sad lion standing at the back and other lions are eating, and naturally he feels sad for the poor lion: “Gee, just look at that poor little lion at the back, he won’t get any.”