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Post by Jenny on May 21, 2020 15:51:37 GMT -5
The Rubaiyat: Subtle Hint or Rabbit Hole in Forrest Fenn's Treasure Hunt
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Post by goldilocks on May 21, 2020 18:18:50 GMT -5
No such thing as a rabbit hole in my world. Just another avenue to explore lol. It's in TTOTC for a reason IMO, just not sure why. I was watching an amazing documentary yesterday called "Grey Gardens" about 2 eccentric relatives of Jackie Kennedy Onassis who lived in a dilapidated mansion on Long Island. It was really fascinating from a psychology perspective, but to my point, the daughter Edie scrolled the quote "The moving finger writes..." on her bedroom wall. She also quoted another equally beautiful line from Omar Khayyem, "I came like water and like wind I go." Amazing the places this hunt takes us. I would've never picked up on or appreciated so many things that seem to pop up in everyday life until Forrest planted the seed. Thank you Forrest.
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Post by Jenny on May 22, 2020 9:31:20 GMT -5
I agree.... oh the places we will go ..... explore, see, and learn..... and appreciate....
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Post by me9 on Jun 1, 2020 13:29:47 GMT -5
dalneitzel.com/2016/11/02/scrapbook-one-hundred-sixty-three/Two years before you were diagnosed with cancer, your father was diagnosed with advanced cancer? Yes, my father had terminal pancreas cancer. And he took a handful of pills after he was diagnosed? My father was given 6 months to live and 18 months later he took 50 sleeping pills When you talked about facing death, you expressed that you’d rather die alone, but with dignity, and at first, you thought you might take sleeping pills at the site of your treasure? Yes, since I was told I was going to die I wanted to do it on my own terms as my father had done. So it would be fair to say that you sort of see this as a dignified way to go out, rather than sort of dying slowly? I saw my alternative as being a hospital bed that would offer a temporary postponement with a hose in my nose, tubes down my throat, and needles in my arm. And with friends and relatives watching and crying. That was the last thing I wanted. Initially, you weren’t really sure how you’d want to die? I don’t understand that question. If I had my way I would die under a tree somewhere deep in a pine forest and let my body go back to the earth. But then one night you were lying in bed when you got the idea for hiding the treasure chest and then leaving behind a poem. Correct? Yes But then the whole scheme was a disappointment because the cancer treatment fortunately ended up working? Yes, I got well and ruined the plan.
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