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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

 

The Mirror: Slogging through "The Aeneid"

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I guess so.
W: Do you not want to talk?
M: Aghast, she wants to play the surrealist game, or is this it?
W: This is the surrealist game.
M: The adventure's over.
W: Now the hard slog begins.
M: That's not what I had in mind.
W: Well, it's either this or slogging through The Aeneid.
M: I think they'd throw you out if you didn't order something.
W: I could special-order The Aeneid, but how could I pay for it?
M: No magic?
W: You teach me the money magic, and I'll implement it.
M: I don't think they were talking about books as "unnecessary luggage."
W: But still, they referred to reading the whole Aeneid as "slogging."
M: Well, if you were an ATM, maybe I could get some money out of you.
W: But I'm not an ATM, alas.
M: It's your propellers at work.
W: I am propelled to work as an artist and writer.
M: I don't think so.
W: You doubt my trajectory?
M: When?
W: Right now, these days.
M: Are you worshiping me?
W: I don't see the altar.
M: I take a deep breath.
W: Before you worship?
M: I am lost inside something extra.
W: So (G)od is extraneous, a sort of topping?
M: Now the hard slog begins.
W: No one ever said enlightenment was easy.
M: Right now, right here: Escape.
W: Is escape a form of enlightenment?
M: The newspaper was printed by people under the command of others, who assigned yet others to write things up.
W: A chain of command, a tie that binds.
M: Get it? Get it? Get it?
W: I get the hierarchy,
M: But in conforming to the truth it hides the truth.
W: What is your truth, right now, today?
M: No!
W: You don't want to reveal it to anyone, because there might be trouble?
M: My problem is as follows ...
W: (Listens very carefully)
M: It knows.
W: The thing at the heart of things?
M: Meteorologists.
W: Weathermen know which way it blows.
M: I answer to two.
W: A duality, not a trinity?
M: "Probably" is an idea whose time never comes.
W: So lay it on the line.
M: I know.
W: You don't just "believe," you know.
M: No, I will just say goodbye.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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