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by Michael Madshack, DP Assistant Editor
(TAKOMA PARK, MD) —The search for “self” can be a long journey for some. And for 72-year-old Donald Frankle, of Takoma Park, Maryland, it is apparently going to be a never-ending one.
Frankle , a self-described “ethereal spiritual traveler” and publisher of several self-discovery pamphlets in the 1980s, was unfortunately diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease last year, finally leaving the ceaseless inward-journeyer with the best, albeit morbid excuse for seeking who he ultimately is. 
Last Monday, Frankle, who has spent a lifetime neglecting his job(s), wife, and children all in the name of self-exploration, formally declared himself to be “without a clue” as to he really is, or who anyone else is for that matter, according to reporters.
“I’ve been journeying my whole life in hopes of finally discovering myself,” said Frankle to the Associated Press. “Now my inner child feels more stranded than ever, and it’s wondering why my aunt hasn’t ridden her pet buffalo into work recently.”
When informed that his aunt has been dead for 10 years and that she never owned a buffalo, Frankle added, “Who?”
Said Frankle’s daughter, Christine Morse to the AP, “My dad’s been on a quest to truly discover himself since his first trip to Nepal while in the Peace Corp. After about 45 years we thought he was finally about to figure it out. But now with this tragedy striking him, he’ll never give it a rest.” 
A guru in a myriad of lesser known Eastern religions, Frankle reportedly had his greatest breakthrough as to who he really was last year while deeply encamped in his neighbor’s weeping willow tree. However his family became suspicious of his mental state when he began coming down each hour, on the hour, asking when breakfast would be served, all while refusing to wear pants.
Frankle’s wife, Lucille, said she was hopeful her husband had finally grasped the full comprehension of his ultimate, multi-universal being, but now sees all these hopes dashed by the sense and memory-erasing disease of her husband.
According to Lucille, 73, it was only last Christmas that Donald had informed her of finally breaking through his 14th level of consciousness, realizing that he was now “just a trapped intra-galactic hermit crab on the wings of the oceans’ spirit, hurling through the Great Labyrinth of Transcendence in an existential myopia."
Kleenex in hand, Mrs. Frankle struggled to maintain composure as she and her family cope with a beloved man now lost, yet so close; so incoherent, yet making just as much sense as he ever had; unable to remember so much, yet never having known what he truly had.
"I don't know why this strange woman is so upset," said Donald Frankle of his wife to Duh Progressive. "After all, it wasn't like she was the one who had President Reagan order the CIA to bug all her chakras."
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