Wednesday, February 27, 2008

• Intermission.

  My apologies.  Tonight, I am tired, and for the stake not passing out at tomorrow (today's) 7:30 am to 9:30 pm rehearsal, I will leave you with a funny little story, instead of a long heartfelt entry.  But fear not, for tomorrow there will be pictures!  Sorry for the inconvenience.  Got to hearts me some tech week.  But this was my thought in my non-rem slumber:
  
  Please imagine, if you will, the artist.  He rises from his desk and wanders into the living room.  It is cold, alone, and three am and he was going to finish something, but the whole world begins to rush away from his feet.  Concentrically, it leaves him hanging in the thin air, above the void in perfect suspension.  And as if held by God himself, the artist prays to be dropped into the emptiness' very depths.  He cries out, knowing that he only has one shot.  There must be some barrier beyond which falling through would be both meaningful and meaningless.
  
  He starts to fall, accelerating faster and faster towards nothing, expecting something at the bottom, the very bottom of everything.  But his eyes on God, as he tumbles downward, the artist stares down God, sending chills up the man's spine and the voices all are in chant: "look down, look down."  And the artist, in his vain glory, tears his eyes away from God and looks at his feet.  The ground has not left; the hard Earth beneath him yields not.  And God stares him down, boring into his skull eyes like fire and whispering silently to himself.
  
  Dreams are like that sometimes.

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