Recently, I flew back to my home town for a high school reunion. I rented a car and drove to the Historic Brook Forest Inn, where I had made reservations to stay. In my high school days, we had gone there for dinner a few times and had passed by it countless times.
This building of this Mission represents years of dedication by me and many others. It is an aesthetic space worthy of the technology contained within. All who wish to avail themselves of that technology of living are welcome to come in.
When I was a kid I asked a lot of questions. That wouldn’t surprise anyone who knows me now. I can be a little obsessive when I get interested in something. I want to know all about it and understand exactly how it works.
“The pen is mightier than the sword,” as the saying goes. If you give an idiot a sword he’ll end up hurting innocent people and, with any luck, himself. At that point he might begin to get the idea that he’s an idiot.
Scientologists are, almost without exception, really nice people. That’s something you could say of most people and groups but I’m always reminded that being an above average communicator and expressing a heightened regard for other people is something most Scientologists have in common. It’s an exceptionally articulate group of people who know and speak their own minds.
I was raised Jewish, and I remember going to temple and reading from the Torah when I was 11. Unfortunately, I could read the Hebrew symbols, but had no concept of what those sounds meant. So I gave up studying the Torah.