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Sunday, August 13, 2006

 

The Mirror: A Trajectory We Cannot Alter

This elegant and intriguing guest had a conversation with The Mirror. "We are willing to pay, if we can know the coinage" is a lovely line, and the questions are good, too. The guest's final question can be addressed to Websafe Studio.

Guest: My life is confusing to me.
The Mirror: Why are you so silent?
G: I am not silent.
M: Name all your household implements Hello, and the confusion stops.
G: I am reflective.
M: This does not mean that I am subtle.
G: My household implements are few.
M: There is a lag in the connection of our two understandings.
G: Even with names they are not enough.
M: In the 1950s, was there more or less soul?
G: What is soul?
M: That impasse that holds the key.
G: I don't know the 1950s.
M: Not an insult, because the world isn't such that one should be at one with it.
G: Depends on what you mean by the world, don't you think?
M: Human nature finds happiness expensive.
G: We are willing to pay, if we can know the coinage.
M: Are you an illusion?
G: Probably.
M: I have no need of the answer.
G: Are you?
M: You don't have to look at it.
G: I want to.
M: (He goes to phone and dials)
G: Calling whom?
M: We are willing to pay, if we can know the coinage.
G: Can you expand on that?
M: How nice to receive consensual validation.
G: I don't feel consensus.
M: I think you're trying to tell me something!
G: Perhaps.
M: Do Nobel Prize winners change the world?
G: I was hoping you'd tell me something!
M: I want to.
G: Why?
M: You are wearing it.
G: The world has a trajectory we cannot alter.
M: Do you mean, would I fall down and worship it?
G: What is worship?
M: He knew she was not genuinely afraid.
G: I think I need to find a real person, but thank you for your efforts.
M: Do you find the Cantos cluttered with ideas and eras?
G: I have not read them.
M: God rose, and ate.
G: As did Santa Claus.
M: (Sits attentive to questions)
G: Of what use is a mirror?
M: Now my words are bags of water formed from a porous material that holds nothing.
G: That is a sentiment I relate to.
M: This is serious.
G: In what sense?
M: Any way out?
G: Out of what?
M: Pretense never pans out, except in the theater.
G: Never generalize.
M: (Sits attentive to questions)
G: How can I write to your author?
M: I surf the waves.

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