A Man I Met Stole My Heart, Yes Then He Plundered My Treasured Cups "People who like their art administered intravenously rarely exert themselves looking for invisible things in empty spaces, but I think they miss out on a lot. After all, dark energy occupies more than 70% of the universe but scientists haven't been able to locate it yet. We can't touch or taste or see it but we know it's out there because of its impact on our universe. NASA reports: the nature of dark energy is probably the most important question in astronomy today. It has been called the deepest mystery in physics, and its resolution is likely to greatly advance our understanding of matter, space, and time. NASA even proposed to form a posse called the Joint Dark Energy Mission to track down the stuff. They want to look for it in all the obvious places-- abandoned warehouses on the far side of Saturn, or hanging out with the juvies around the pillars of creation in the Eagle Nebula, smoking Camels. But personally, I'm guessing dark energy is hiding in that empty space between us and art. That's the only place big enough. " David Apatoff I had not learned the term Gaslighting until the past few years. I had entered the Luke-Warm Waters of Untrue Friendship with one who cannot be true. Not even to himself can he be true. It happened at a music jam ... he was there But a mutual friend made public a trait and behavior enjoyed by those who cheat: It is the denial of another's reality in the service of a selfish desires. Among the things I gave willingly were small treasures I had brought home for my own delight: (1) a rag rug of many colors, (2) a few chrystals to Meditate upon, (3) a tiny red-glazed pot I had made, then fired (in a salt kiln in Toronto the Summer of 1976, (4) Tickets to see Bob Dylan in Detroit, (5) Tickets to see David Bromberg in Ann Arbor, (6) A Garden Bell, (7) Food stuffs, when he was sick abed, stuck in his social games... These and probably others which have slipped my mind are things I gave to him willingly. Two things I did not willingly choose to give him were: (1)the small Iron Brown glazed rimmed cup I brought back from the Bernard Leach Pottery in Saint Ives and, (2) the Barium-Blue-glazed cup with pencil notations on it by J. T. Abernathy from Ann Arbor were two treasured Art Items that I had only taken over to his house to show them to him. These two cups he did steal and keep. Telling me he had given them back to me he did stash them among his effects and now they are lost to me. Now I know how devious he can be and now I am glad to have cut off communications with him, entirely.