Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Headless, Stillness

There was no wind that night--everything was still like water, like flat plates, like the moon. There was, however, a headless apocalyptic Fury piloting through the sky, and he was angry. Angry at the stillness, angry at the lack of wind. Angry at the lack of Apocalypse. Where he got his horse, I will never know. Where he lost his head, I can't say. He won't tell you. But it's gone, and there is nothing to replace it. Only the empty night sky shining through where head once was, where head now will never be. And that is a Loss, but it is what it is, and I won't say anymore about it.

What he was up to that night is clearer. He was hoping to rain fire and brimstone all upon the earth from above in the clouds. But it was hopeless~every time he called forth flames, they extinguished before he had finished his command. Time and time again he tried and he was thwarted, and his frustration rang out in cataclysmic calls through the stillness of the night. He tried to force volcanoes to erupt, but they declined. He tried to divert a fiery comet onto a direct collision course with earth, but he failed. Everything he longed and hoped to do was futile. Why?

There was no one protecting the earth. There is no forcefield, no angel standing above us to counteract everything that comes to harm the world. He failed purely because he was too weak-willed, at his heart. His intent was not pure. He wavered; he waffled. He knew, in the back of his mind, in his heart of hearts, that the planet that had always frustrated and insulted him, the planet that had laughed at him and called him names and refused to play with him, was also a planet with delicious pancakes and bunny rabbits and the color green. Though his conscious mind was ready to destroy us all, his subconscious mourned the potential loss of warm maple syrup and soft paws against his cheek. Of verdant fields and lights that say "Go," And so, without pure intent, his most long-held plans were foiled.

Which goes to show us: If you want to destroy the world, you better damn well mean it.


Stream of consciousness project, written in ten minutes today, September 16, 2008. Fun!

1 comment:

Red Eyes said...

Have you ever seeked/experienced a stillness in your mind?