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Monday, August 14, 2006

 

The Mirror: It Factors Forth Fiercely

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: There might not be room for gods anymore.
W: Too many McDonald's restaurants, not enough temples.
M: But I just did, I gave you the best possible answer, Candide.
W: So this is the best of all possible worlds, in spite of McDonald's?
M: Paradise, of course.
W: There is no Paradise outside of this?
M: Kinged: for a cleaning.
W: You have trumped me, have told me to purify myself.
M: Is Richard Foreman a psychiatric patient?
W: That I don't know, but he does seem psychoanalytically inclined.
M: What is the truth?
W: Truth is that Woody Allen phoned his psychiatrist on movie sets.
M: Imagine for a minute that this face was looking at you rather than at the object under observation.
W: What is the object under observation?
M: How long will it take?
W: As long as it takes to get a grant to study it.
M: I like lying under a big tree.
W: Then you probably aren't into grantwriting.
M: Linux fans are kind of inpendent rodeo players.
W: Are Linux fans good grantwriters?
M: Did you lose the connection?
W: I figured there was a connection between everything.
M: That's its power.
W: The power of this created nexus?
M: Truth is that Woody Allen phoned his psychiatrist on movie sets.
W: Did he try to find out the secret of Creation?
M: That alone is a true connection to the particular meaningfulness that is a human being.
W: So human life does mean something?
M: How may I help you?
W: Do you purport to know the secret that no one else is sure of?
M: Everybody does that.
W: Everyone thinks he knows the answer?
M: Did he try to find out the secret of Creation?
W: Everyman, the medieval morality figure, figured it was God who knew.
M: The flower store strode into pure flower.
W: I would rather store flowers outside.
M: Right into this three-dimensional reality, which, of course, doesn't exist.
W: You think it is Maya.
M: Is it a point you want to make?
W: I thought you were trying to make it, so I helped out.
M: I don't understand.
W: Don't people try to help you make your point?
M: Propellered porcupine: he who smiles through space.
W: He smiles, but he's full of thorns pointing outward.
M: "You had a memory of it."
W: I had a memory of its pain.
M: I often disappear after supper, for a walk.
W: Where do you go on your walk?
M: This is life, real life.
W: Life is only real when you go on your walk?
M: My mind can't solve all the problems of all the machines.
W: So instead, you stroll through the suburbs, and see how they dine.
M: Buildings used windows to receive glances, but they were only occasional in the facade.
W: No one in the suburbs was looking out the windows, they looked inward.
M: Let's see.
W: You can't tell from the outside if someone is looking inward.
M: Just who are we talking about, Richard Foreman?
W: He will do for a start.
M: You think it is Maya.
W: I don't know if Foreman in particular is an illusion.
M: Were you glad to have melted?
W: I don't particularly like dissolution.
M: That is a very idealistic rendering of the Round Table and its aims.
W: The Algonquin Round Table, or King Arthur's?
M: Nobody there.
W: Both royal tables are empty, now.
M: You can't tell from the outside if someone is looking inward.
W: At those royal tables, they searched their hearts.
M: Samuel read books, then stopped.
W: He stopped, because he had learned it all.
M: I can offer you a carrot-apple-orange juice.
W: That will augment the process of mentation.
M: Not as good as I could be, that's for sure.
W: Oh, none of us eats health food all the time.
M: Are you preaching a European version?
W: Are the Europeans healthier than the Americans?
M: It's almost as if light from another world reveals facial details that turn his face into its opposite.
W: Are Europeans the opposite of Americans, in their other world?
M: I guess it cuts both ways.
W: Each one envies the other.
M: More than a million.
W: There are six and a half billion people hanging out on the Earth.
M: Where is it where it is?
W: It's easy to locate, it's where we are.
M: Nothing major, but frustration.
W: A lot more than frustration, a lot more serious.
M: What fire?
W: I hate to name that fire, I think you know whence it emanates.
M: I am listening intently to you.
W: I'm getting a little theological, due to Berryman and Origen.
M: There are a lot of programmers in Bangladesh these days.
W: They have Hinduism to keep them warm (or not).
M: That is quite an assertion.
W: I know, I was being flippant.
M: The image on a computer monitor can be controlled as to contrast.
W: But the contrast between nations is not so easy to control.
M: They have Hinduism to keep them warm (or not).
W: And Buddhism, and Islam, and perhaps Yoruba.
M: All connected by his fighting prowess.
W: Yes, the male is still mightily dominant.
M: I hate to name that fire, I think you know whence it emanates.
W: It factors forth fiercely, from the nether world of Oppenheimer and clan.
M: I don't remember him.
W: You haven't read about Oppenheimer?
M: When?
W: During the 1940s.
M: How did you get so smart all of a sudden?
W: I'm just skimming over the surface crust of commoner's knowledge.
M: Why are you lagging behind?
W: Because I found American history inestimably dull and irrelevant.
M: You mean a lion, like an animal?
W: Saint Germanicus wrestled a lion in Smyrna, and lost his life thereby.
M: Then why did you ask me to unbandage them?
W: We had to gauge the extent of their wounds, we at the hospital.
M: Of course we're well attuned.
W: At the spirit hospital, we hum on magic, healing wavelengths.
M: I have the day right?
W: Yes, and the time.
M: You tell me how important the material world is to you.
W: Sorry, I can't address that, as a messenger told me my time was up.
M: Eglantine is sweet-briar.
W: Go into the green.
M: We've been having a discussion, my dear.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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