In the process of digesting this information, Hada remembered a fossilized bear jaw that was for sale in a small gem store in Lisbon. When he originally saw this jaw he vowed to return
someday, when he had some money of course, and buy it. It was very expensive. Now he seamed to understand in some vague way why he made such a strange vow and felt a need to pay another visit to the gem store.
A train, a subway and a short walk and he was in standing front of the display case. The shopkeeper spoke a little English (Hada neither spoke or read Portuguese) and he asked to hold the
jaw. He had a credit card that just might be able to contain the debt of the purchase. On one hand, he hoped it wouldn’t and then he could go home and put an end to this strange impulse that was driving him. He
placed the credit card on the counter and asked the clerk to swipe his card just to test the balance of his credit. It was hard for him to focus on the jaw he held in his hands, as his mind was spinning with
excitement and fear; it was a lot of money and for what… he wasn’t sure. A few moments later the transition receipt was place in front of him with a finger pointing to the line with an X in front and the word
“signature” written underneath. He asked himself, “What am I doing” and the next thing he new, he was standing on the sidewalk in front of the shop with tears running down his face. The jaw was his. He was
very emotional and extremely grateful… but he didn’t know why!
Arriving home, he proudly placed the jaw in front of his wife Hadani. Her comment was, “This is not fossilized stone!” His mind twisted… all of a sudden he could see. The jaw was not
stone; it was obviously very old but not fossilized stone and he could see that it had been repaired in spots. He felt so stupid. He felt that he had been taken, but no one took him. He set this up himself… He
finally came to his senses.
The next day Hada tried to return the jaw, but the shopkeeper pointed to a sign that read “All sales final” or that’s what she said, it said. She did add that the owner of the shop, an
anthropologist, would be back in a few days and he should talk to him.
That evening, sitting in the garden, Hada was studying the jaw and his attention was drawn to the large canine tooth. The cuspid was beautifully cracked like the crackle glaze on a raku
pot. He could see the bulge in the bone where it surrounded the root. He wondered if the root was intact and could be released from the jaw. The rest of the jaw was becoming insignificant. He started chipping the
old bone from the root and it broke away very cleanly. It now seamed that it was all about the tooth, not the jaw. He got a small fine tooth saw and started sawing bone away and suddenly realized he destroyed the
possibility of returning the jaw and getting my money back. “Oh well”… He was transfixed on removing the tooth and nothing rational could stop him. He recognized he was acting from another level and surrendered to
At one point a large piece of enamel literally popped off the tooth, but it could be glued back later.