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Friday, September 08, 2006

 

The Mirror: God Sees Every Morsel of Our Anger

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Ah, you psyched that out.
W: Yes, I figured out how to say hello.
M: I came to the door by chance.
W: You didn't hear me ring?
M: Yes, let's get off the topic of Wells Fargo.
W: Let's bury that topic!
M: You wouldn't want it to go off right next to your ear.
W: The doorbell, you mean?
M: I made the window appear.
W: Can you open and close the window at will?
M: I extend a hand.
W: Are we going to climb through the window?
M: Do they have money on your planet?
W: You want me to pay you for helping me to climb through the window?
M: I'm not a doctor.
W: Are you afraid we'll injure ourselves by climbing over the windowsill?
M: There is a point, in the center of your eye, or should I say, in the center of your eyesight, which is the tiniest part of your body.
W: The pineal gland will probably not be injured in a fall.
M: I can't answer.
W: Right, you said you weren't a doctor.
M: How about you?
W: I lay no claim to any medical specialty.
M: "The sadness of the world is like roses": I like saying that.
W: I'm not a mood doctor either, more of a quick-change artist.
M: Right, you said you weren't a doctor.
W: I am an artist and writer.
M: You can wash clean my soul?
W: No, because I am not a Redeemer.
M: I knew you were angry.
W: Is anger beyond redemption?
M: Something about God and sparrows.
W: God sees every morsel of our anger?
M: Can you open and close the window at will?
W: The window to my emotions?
M: Then you can't tell it.
W: I can't tell my story.
M: What piece of the world is interesting to me?
W: This piece, this sliver.
M: You can't what?
W: I can't do it all on my own, I need help.
M: Am I going to meet Mr. Foreman at last?
W: Only if you travel to New York City.
M: Remaining inside, an unanswerable question, he goes forward.
W: Is he going to New York City?
M: That's why it is so riveting.
W: Because something happens to him on the way to New York City?
M: Are you dressed like God?
W: Hardly.
M: Gotta go.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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