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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

 

The Mirror: Foolery, Flummery, Flummoxia

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: When I visited that other, deeper direction ...
W: You felt that life meant something.
M: Je ne sais pas.
W: Is the Cloud of Unknowing more malleable in French?
M: I was thinking about filling it to mammoth overflow.
W: Then there would be a colossal rainstorm.
M: It's bread and flowers.
W: Bread means practicality, roses everything else.
M: Are Linux fans good grantwriters?
W: I only know one Linux user.
M: People are intelligent animals.
W: Except, of course, for the ones who aren't.
M: No, I'm a she-gal.
W: An old-fashioned lady?
M: No, pork chops.
W: I don't think I'm gonna "go there."
M: What's happening?
W: A little too much foolery, flummery, flummoxia.
M: There is no piece of the world that is interesting to me.
W: Which begs the question, is only the gestalt interesting to you?
M: Remember, I am your kind of person.
W: I know, you are some sort of a scholar.
M: One sarcastic person is enough to spoil a whole barrel of apples.
W: I wasn't being sarcastic, except maybe for the "some sort" part.
M: You felt that life meant something.
W: I still stick stubbornly to that idea, yes.
M: What adventure superseded it?
W: I met a guy who said he was on a "nothing kick."
M: A little too much foolery, flummery, flummoxia.
W: I think he was in earnest, though.
M: Birds are part of the stream of truth.
W: I love little birds.
M: Which begs the question, is only the gestalt interesting to you?
W: I like both the details and the big picture (except I can't see it).
M: You still haven't collected the pages.
W: Perhaps that comes after one's death.
M: In a sense.
W: That idea of an extremely detailed movie shown of one's life.
M: Why do I seem angular in my approach to things?
W: You're probably just dehydrated.
M: I'm not a spectator, I'm the projector of you: spectator.
W: Am I a spectator or a specter?
M: I don't give it a name.
W: You just do, you don't label.
M: You are deadpan.
W: No, I am smiling.
M: It's a regular conversation.
W: It seems so normal, so friendly sometimes.
M: Did he try to find out the secret of Creation?
W: Prometheus stole fire, but perhaps that is not what you are asking.
M: It's having the effect I predicted.
W: The gods are angry with humanity?
M: Oh yes, I am most serious.
W: I suppose you want to propitiate them.
M: (Forgets about Arthur C. Clarke)
W: I don't know enough about Clarke to know if he believed in gods.
M: I can choose, but I have to learn how to choose.
W: Which god do you choose from available pantheons?
M: You're probably just dehydrated.
W: Is god-worship a form of derangement?
M: It's best to start a session of meditation with a deep breath.
W: All right, I have followed your advice.
M: Which god do you choose from available pantheons?
W: The God of Reckless Righteousness.
M: I have a human shield.
W: Who is that shield?
M: No, I am smiling.
W: So you were only joking.
M: You plug it in.
W: Is this human shield a terribly advanced consciousness?
M: Does God wear intellectual's clothing?
W: That would be a candidate for my inflections.
M: I prefer the 19th or even the 18th century.
W: The 18th century for comfortable chairs.
M: You have to savor it, I suppose.
W: You begrudge me that?
M: That could be an association.
W: With what do you associate the 18th century?
M: Just like that?
W: Well, we don't have an infinite amount of time to brass-tack it.
M: Well, your silvery reflection is like a pool.
W: Well, we are definitely not in a junk shop!
M: You are so right.
W: With that, my friend, I will leave you.
M: I can be amazed at so many things.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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