Saturday, October 15, 2011
Change
-We have discovered place!
-I have already it. My village. Three Trees, Moon Entangled.
-Not any more. It’s Headley now, after Headley Russcomb,
our chief scientist.
-Three Trees, Moon Entangled!
-Well that was adequate once...you see the three trees
atop a hill. And the full moon etc. But we are naming
places much more simply, without the, excuse me,
pseudo-poetry. And, well, how do you say when to meet someone at Three Trees etc? Headley is working
on a system, an exact thing. Oh we thought numbers
were just to play with, but he's figuring they can be
used for little bits of time, instead of moons and
the old silly rigamarole. Why what if it's clouded
over in your way of looking at things?
-Pray to Sky God.
-Uh huh. And all the other gods eventually.
Noisy multitude! We're devising a way to roll them
all into one God. You pray to him.
-Then all get angry! Don’t!
-But there are explanations for things now!
The snow melts in the mountains and the river
swells and floods! No God!
-River God know what he want.
-Uh huh. Well say hello to him and everyone at Headley!
He had to tell the River God who sped his dugout
canoe faster. Then he told the Three Trees,
Moon Entangled place god.
That night a fierce storm! He hugged his little family
as the fire blew out with the loudest noise ever heard.
At first light, he ventured outside to see everything below
the hill flooded. He knew that Headley and the rest
were swept forever into the realm of horrible gods.
The place of ideas.
-We have discovered place!
-I have already it. My village. Three Trees, Moon Entangled.
-Not any more. It’s Headley now, after Headley Russcomb,
our chief scientist.
-Three Trees, Moon Entangled!
-Well that was adequate once...you see the three trees
atop a hill. And the full moon etc. But we are naming
places much more simply, without the, excuse me,
pseudo-poetry. And, well, how do you say when to meet someone at Three Trees etc? Headley is working
on a system, an exact thing. Oh we thought numbers
were just to play with, but he's figuring they can be
used for little bits of time, instead of moons and
the old silly rigamarole. Why what if it's clouded
over in your way of looking at things?
-Pray to Sky God.
-Uh huh. And all the other gods eventually.
Noisy multitude! We're devising a way to roll them
all into one God. You pray to him.
-Then all get angry! Don’t!
-But there are explanations for things now!
The snow melts in the mountains and the river
swells and floods! No God!
-River God know what he want.
-Uh huh. Well say hello to him and everyone at Headley!
He had to tell the River God who sped his dugout
canoe faster. Then he told the Three Trees,
Moon Entangled place god.
That night a fierce storm! He hugged his little family
as the fire blew out with the loudest noise ever heard.
At first light, he ventured outside to see everything below
the hill flooded. He knew that Headley and the rest
were swept forever into the realm of horrible gods.
The place of ideas.
