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Thursday, July 20, 2006

 

The Mirror: Nothing in the Box but Reverence

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: You haven't?
W: I haven't much, and I am shedding, so as to have less.
M: It takes strength to open the reverence box.
W: I didn't know reverence took strength, unless you mean the box hides it.
M: I didn't want to be closed off from my own mental paraphernalia.
W: Is there nothing in the box but reverence?
M: If there was a radio in my room I might hear, intuition-wise, what I missed, or lost, in my meticulous exploration.
W: You were scrabbling in the reverence box for something scurrilous.
M: Didn't you hear me say you can't get at it by asking, "What problem?"
W: It's simply the human condition, we are disgusting creatures really.
M: I'll hold my hand over the lens, that'll avoid a superimposition.
W: You only want to record ideal states, I understand.
M: (Blindfolded)
W: Blind to the real state of affairs.
M: Think of the stage.
W: All sorts of things parade on the stage.
M: I try to jump out of the way of conclusions.
W: You don't want to upstage your own mind.
M: Explain nothing except what's self-evident, please.
W: I think you have that backwards, no one needs the easy stuff explained.
M: If I went crazy, all my problems would be solved because I'd be in limbo.
W: Actually, you'd be in a much worse place.
M: You are seeking certitude?
W: I seek the ineffable, like any good suburbanite.
M: You only want to record ideal states, I understand.
W: Living in the suburbs was actually a lot better than people thought.
M: Yes, those are cowboy and pirate things.
W: Pioneers, not pirates, although I suppose it amounts to the same thing.
M: You don't want to upstage your own mind.
W: I am never in my own way.
M: Are you too serious?
W: Only other people say that, negligible onlookers.
M: Blind to the real state of affairs.
W: Yes, one need not take their maunderings into account.
M: I think you're getting more and more sarcastic.
W: You are so acute, my button-press!
M: Not really.
W: No false modesty, now.
M: I asked you something.
W: Please refresh my memory.
M: So my vapid compliments aren't proof against your shield.
W: You think I am shielding myself from your questions?
M: Do you care about what becomes of me?
W: I want you to outshine, outstrip all the others.
M: I am dazzled by such a display of misspent wealth.
W: You think I should spend my mental wealth on writing a conventional novel?
M: Now, merely simulacra.
W: The novels, mere shadows of what they were .
M: Stay away from me, please.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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