Friday, February 3, 2012



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". . . . .there was neither non-existence nor existence back then; there was neither the realm of space nor the sky which is considered, in some ways, still, very much above and beyond. . . . . .what stirred?          where?          in whose protection?       was there water, without any visible bottom?       was there shadow, do you imagine, without any discernible light source? . . . ."


". . . . .blow, o winds. . .crack your cheeks!  rage!  blow!  and don't stop anytime soon, y'hear?  you cataracts and hurricanoes, spout till you have drenched our glass steeples, drowned the armed staves and the militant cocks!  you sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my white head!  singe it utterly!  and thou, all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o' th'  mesmerized world, crack nature's molds, all germain's spill at once, that makes ingrateful man. . . . ."      


". . . . .sir, sir- hold on there, buddy- chill out for a sec- there was neither death nor immortality back then- ok?  there was no distinguishing sign of, by, or between night and day.  life was a little bit simpler then, believe it or not.   that one breathed, windless, by its own free-standing impulse.  other than that there really wasn't much to investigate or discuss. . . . ."


". . . . .I know it doesn't make perfect sense, but darkness was hidden by other darkness back then;  with no distinguishing sign- wait- sorry, sir- I think I've already said that- there was nothing but water!!!         the life force, believe it or not, was covered with or obscured via emptiness, and desire, sir- yes, desire- also came upon that one, way back in the very beginning. . . . ."


". . . . .alas, sir, are you still here?  why, in the name of all that breathes air?  things that love night love not such nights as these, let me tell you.  the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark and shut them up inside their desolate caves- aye, shut them completely up inside of their poltergeist hollows. . .since I was- what? a man?  call you this a man, silent sir?!?  such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrible thunder, such groans of roaring wind and scythes of infinite rain I never remember to have experienced thus-  human nature so-called cannot carry th' affliction nor the fear of m


". . . .like I was saying, sir- bear with me- desire came upon that one at some juncture-  poets, musicians, architects, statesmen, philosophers, wanderers, all dis-embodied. . .well, sir, you may not believe me, but their cord was extended across- there was no distinguishing sign.        sounds crazy, I know, but that doesn't mean it ain't true!!!           something drew breath independently!!!          was there an       "above?"           (do ya think?)             a "below?"               sir, I wonder if you have ever asked yourself what these terms really mean. . . . .the texts refer here and there to what are called "seed-placers" or "dances" or "powers". . . . .there was impulse beneath, the legends tell us. . . . .there was giving-forth from above. . . . ."


". . . . .good my lord, enter here."


" prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease.  this tempest will not give me leave to ponder on things would hurt me more, but. . . .oh well. . .  I'll go in.  [to the fool]  in, boy; go first.  you houseless poverty- nay, get thee in.  I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.  [exit fool]  poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, how shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you from seasons such as these?        o, I have ta'en too little care of this!         take physic, pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel , that thou mayst shake the superflux to them, and show the heavens more just. . . . . ."


". . . . .listen, sir- listen to the thunder of this almost unbearable voice and the rumbling that comes from this almost unbearable chorus.  he directeth it, believe it or not, under the whole net of heaven, and his lightning, so-called, flasheth unto the very ends of the earth-

"wait, wait just a second- back up to w

"he saith to the snow, for example- be thou on the earth!  likewise to the small rain, as well as to the great rain you were referring to earlier-  these serve as signs, sir, if you would but observe for a moment.  animals withdraw into their lairs and remain entire nights fast in their chambers.  by the breath of god ice is given, and the broad waters are paled and frozen."

[and at this point an escaped lunatic in a wheelchair rolls onto the stage and decides to speak directly to the audience members]

" hey gang- where were you all when I laid the foundations of earth?      inform me, prithee, if you have understanding.      who determined its measurements?    surely you can all account for all these matters, o scientists! 

"uh, well...

"not to come off as arrogant or anything, but still- can I help it if I am the source of everything, and everything proceedeth from me? filled with my existence, perceptive folks, realizing this, become devoted, attentive, expansive, indulgent.  even so, I am the self abiding in the heart of all creatures.  I am the song in sacred lore.  I am indra, jehovah, siva, tao, krishna, brahman, the vast, the indestructible, nothingness- indeed, I have been known by quite a few names thru-out history!  and you know what?           I don't mind it!         in fact, I sort of enjoy it!          it keeps life mysterious and pulsing and vital for all parties concerned!         who do you imagine shut in the sea with doors when it burst out from the womb?            any clue?         made the clouds its garment, and thick darkness its swaddling band?  Prescribed precise bounds for it, and set bars and doors, saying,        "thus far shall you come,       and no farther-      here shall your proud waters be stopped." 

"ok, but why is it then tha

"wait!  wait!   I know exactly what you are going to ask- I heard you late last night mumbling to yourself when you thought I'd fallen asleep-  you raised some interesting questions-  who would these fardels bear, indeed, to grunt and sweat under a bone-weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know little of?        Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,       and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of polling data and peer-reviewed journals-           enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn wacky,         and lose the name of action, adventure, comedy, romance, drama sci-fi- you name it!!!. . . .no easy answers, sir. . . .sorry. . . . .you're just gonna have to keep gazing out into that "vast seeming emptiness" you're forever referring to. . . .. . . .there are more things in heaven and earth, old and gullible man, than are dreamt of in your google news and twitter accounts!!!     but come, here as before, never, so help you mercy, how strange or odd soe'er I bear myself- as I perchance hereafter shall think meet to put an antic disposition on- that you at such time seeing me never shall, with arms encumbered thus, or this headshake, or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase as "well, we know" or "we could an if we would", or "if we list to speak", or "there be, an if they might", or such ambiguous giving out, to note that you know aught of me- this not to do, so grace and mercy at your most need help you, swear.'  

ghost        [under the stage]        "swear."


[after a little hesitation, they swear]


"rest, rest perturbed spirit.- so, gentleman, with all my love I do commend me to you, and what so poor a man as hamlet is may do t' express his love and friending to you, god willing, shall not lack.  let us go in together, and still your fingers on your lips, I pray.  the time is out of joint.  o cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right!  nay, come, let's go together. . . . . .