Monday, April 28, 2008
Constant
"I cannot heal you- because I am no physician," he explained.
"But I can take you away from the constant of life just for a while- to die before we die- and return to this miserable existence before we know it." He lifted his fingers and proceeded to draw onto his canvas made of pure sky. "You might ask, how do we begin? First, we die- in anyway you like it: you might want to try the stapler or the microwave oven; the messier it is, then more a legacy it becomes- as words would have it."
"Here the journey begins. We could start by crossing the bridges of galaxies and destinies- or across spacescapes and cascades- whichever- as long as we finally end up flinging ourselves into the furious darkness of blackholes. A few minutes later, we emerge. Perhaps a little wiser, a little cockier that we survived. From there, we hire a spacecab that will take us back to our wonderful planet Earth- but not before traveling into the heart of a beautiful meteor storm."
"After all that pesky guidebooks and detours, we find ourselves landing on a flat piece of globe. Yes, yes, so before we know it- just as I have promised- we would have returned from our holiday in the afterlife. So what have we, and what will we learn from this tiny odyssey?" He rambled; and she nodded.
He put forth both his hands into the air, as if praying. "Nothing."
He could have professed truth; yet Nick
Cooper decided to whisper false constellations
gently into her ears- that she would broaden
her horoscopes one day- and he would have
kept the world from knowing
we stand at sanity's end.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:41 pm
"I cannot heal you- because I am no physician," he explained.
"But I can take you away from the constant of life just for a while- to die before we die- and return to this miserable existence before we know it." He lifted his fingers and proceeded to draw onto his canvas made of pure sky. "You might ask, how do we begin? First, we die- in anyway you like it: you might want to try the stapler or the microwave oven; the messier it is, then more a legacy it becomes- as words would have it."
"Here the journey begins. We could start by crossing the bridges of galaxies and destinies- or across spacescapes and cascades- whichever- as long as we finally end up flinging ourselves into the furious darkness of blackholes. A few minutes later, we emerge. Perhaps a little wiser, a little cockier that we survived. From there, we hire a spacecab that will take us back to our wonderful planet Earth- but not before traveling into the heart of a beautiful meteor storm."
"After all that pesky guidebooks and detours, we find ourselves landing on a flat piece of globe. Yes, yes, so before we know it- just as I have promised- we would have returned from our holiday in the afterlife. So what have we, and what will we learn from this tiny odyssey?" He rambled; and she nodded.
He put forth both his hands into the air, as if praying. "Nothing."
He could have professed truth; yet Nick
Cooper decided to whisper false constellations
gently into her ears- that she would broaden
her horoscopes one day- and he would have
kept the world from knowing
we stand at sanity's end.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:41 pm
