With God, in hindsight, it would have been better if we were better strangers. There should be a bit of mystery in the heavens.
“According to the Vedas, typical sounds such as waves crashing against the shore, wind tossing leaves, etc., occur when they strike Continue reading “The Sanskrit word Om”
Oh, there’s a purpose. I had a thought about the multi-verse theory… I think it’s in string theory, where it’s suggested that there is a universe, parallel to this one, where all of the other choices were made in my life — The ones DC Comics needs to stay out of because it’s too much for them — and it crossed my mind that if true, there was a universe where it all meant something else entirely.
It would also mean that there would always be one where I was alive — and in fact it would mean there was one where I was God. Which would meant that I knew the purpose. I understood the whole thing, and was laughing at myself over here, for not getting the joke.
Building tension will lead to drama, but drama isn’t when the character cries or breaks down or makes that final connection — it’s when the reader does.
The second and more interesting point is that nothing changes. Everyone agrees, even the Emperor, but the procession goes on,
A moment of convergence brought up the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes. I’m sure you have heard the tale many times in full, and can recall the story without Continue reading “Clothing and Emperors”
Mad? Am I, madam?
Madam in Eden, I’m Adam.
No miss, it is Simon.
No misses ordered roses, Simon.
No mists or frost, Simon.
Yawn a more Roman way
Yawn. Madonna Fan? No damn way
Yawn, redo man in a modern way.
Sex at noon taxes.
Red rum, sir, is murder.
Sex attendees seed net taxes.
Red root put up to order.
Red rum, eh? ‘Twas I saw the murder.
No sign, in evening, is on.
No trace; not one carton.
No word, no bond; row on.
Now, the fun is done, read them from right to left and heard the song again.