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Sunday, October 01, 2006

 

The Mirror: An Infection of Knowledge

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Shut out the money-grubbers.
W: Focus on the immaterial.
M: The one you look at whenever you look into the real mirror.
W: So you believe in the continued existence of a disembodied soul?
M: Well, I have to de-synch completely now and say goodbye.
W: No, no, don't go yet!
M: Seven doors.
W: Choose the revolving door that brings you back in.
M: An orange in a drawer.
W: I advise you not to keep fruit in a drawer.
M: Long ago, but following my own footsteps, of course.
W: If you keep an orange in a drawer for any length of time, it will rot.
M: It was something other than my feeling about it.
W: You must have cherished this orange, to have kept it so long.
M: Pure information.
W: Pure information changes to other information upon decay.
M: I don't know the name of my best friend.
W: Perhaps you don't know his true soul name.
M: Couldn't have said it better myself!
W: It was a little bit corny-sounding, I'm afraid.
M: The palace of memory.
W: Living in a palace could get dusty.
M: I'm still here.
W: You're still in your palace?
M: Perhaps you don't know his true soul name.
W: Are palaces named after departed souls?
M: I guess so.
W: Name me one palace of the kind you have in mind.
M: I just meant in my imagination.
W: I can imagine very soaring and extensive palaces.
M: That's your prison, that's not my prison.
W: A palace is only a prison if you want it to be.
M: He, porcupine with propellers.
W: We're alliterating on the letter P!
M: Are you an art director?
W: I direct the art I do, or does the Muse do that?
M: OK. I will.
W: You're going to direct the course of my artistic career?
M: It is all very logical, very cynical, very unemotional.
W: You would have to be "objective" to be the art director at a design firm.
M: Wise men have known all along, that all I had to do was keep the pen in motion over the paper.
W: A cynical view of the public's taste.
M: Precisely because it's less efficient.
W: The most efficient way to the buck is what the businessman seeks.
M: Let me open this.
W: Open the can of snakes.
M: I read the label on the packaging?
W: What does the label say, Efficent Snakes?
M: Look into the next room to see the person whom I believe is truly beautiful.
W: This place has only one room, maybe you're talking about me!
M: If I can understand them.
W: Can you understand me?
M: I'm lucky if I can get my questions answered by a knowledgeable individual.
W: I am oh so knowledgeable, ask me anything.
M: Is it an infection?
W: An infection of knowledge!
M: What was the first thing you noticed when you came to this city?
W: I noticed the fresh air.
M: This place has only one room, maybe you're talking about me!
W: We all have to worry about decay, like pianos.
M: Ah, you should have done so earlier.
W: Had I done it earlier, it would have been too late.
M: I noticed the fresh air.
W: Is it nice out?
M: This is not the perfect fruit.
W: It is the fruit of our watchfulness.
M: Gnaw, gnaw, said the blindman's buffer.
W: He protected himself from the fruit of his efforts.
M: I am more stupid than I appear.
W: How smart do you look?
M: It knows.
W: There is an inner knowing, from which you are disconnected?
M: I have total access.
W: You know all your inner workings?
M: I'd say it's worse when the back yard explodes, the neighbors won't help.
W: Put it all in the front yard, then.
M: Take a memo.
W: (Poises with pen and paper)
M: With scherenschnitte, you can draw first, or do pure improv.
W: (Grabs scissors for scherenschnitte improv)
M: You'd realize you'd been interrupted.
W: I don't want to be interrupted when I'm on a roll.
M: Suppose it's really wisdom.
W: The wisdom of the improv.
M: Have a seat.
W: (Sits in the mercy seat)
M: There is so much you could teach me if you tried.
W: I would like to, but I should go.
M: This is Paradise, but why?
W: Are you that happy I'm going?
M: It's a joke.
W: (Laughs nervously)
M: Are you that happy I'm going?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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