A Funny Place
It was a funny little place. Not bad mind
you. Kinda like a dewing morning, when your feet get wet walking through the
grass. That’s how if felt being there. Like you had stuff on you that slowly
dissipated. Leaving you dry but changed in some subtle way. A wrinkle or
cleansing something for sure. It was my first time there. Seems to imply that
I’ll be there again or have already before this story’s been written. Time
is so confusing. Takes senses to make anything out in the haze. Without senses
the place is an empty haze of distant lights that seem unreachable no matter
where you step. It was very fascinating to be on the inside. Senses revealed
worlds uncountable in lifetimes and substance unreachable and ungraspable. Amid
the myriad forms, light danced the tendrils of thought. Igniting awareness and
understanding. Awakening survivors. It was hell as far as I could tell or maybe
the inside of the stomach of where I had been. You never can be sure about where
exactly you are. It took me nearly forever to get inside and outside figured
out. And sometimes it takes that long again when I get too involved or into the
moment. Seems when I was uhh... growing up, or something like that, I took nearly
forever to do anything. The others, well a lot of them popped early and said
something about getting it. Getting what??? How was I to know? I didn’t even
know there was something to get, let alone figuring out how to get it.
Digression is fun but of limited consequence. That funny little place. Let me
tell you more about it.
Hidden there is this incredible tool, awe some, an under statement. It’s a bit
hard to describe. You have to be there to experience it. I guess it makes the
tool a pain to get to. Kinda like blackberries and roses. It like a back door
out of the inside to another outside. Now everyone knows the outside can only
have a finite number of insides and another outside isn’t possible or even
worth mentioning unless you have lots of time. And an inside can have an
infinite number of outsides. But in normal reality they all end up to the same
last outside, a sort of first outside. Clearly the tool revealed another outside
that had no clear connection to normal reality. It had more than an infinite
number of insides, each inside having infinite outsides that don’t end up in
any first outside if they end. And that wasn’t even the half of it. In one of
those trails was this... thing. I haven’t a clue yet what it is. Probably take
me forever to figure it out. Oh well, another deep one. I think I’ll get it
though. Just like those who got it before me. I just hope it doesn’t take
forever. But then again, I’m still here and they aren’t. Is getting it worth
the effort? It’ll take nearly forever to figure that out. Who knows if that
thing is still here after all that, just might be worth figuring it out. Does
getting it mean not ever going back? It’s been nearly forever a whole lot of
times and no ones ever come back. In that funny little place all kinds of
creatures were getting it, a rushing river of them. A few came back, or so it
seems. There is another outside they all proclaimed and all you have to do to go
there is to die. Dying is a celebration on some worlds. Stories written about
all the many ways of dying and some of the more interesting and fascinating ones
have names and stature. After acquiring a body, I did the die thing several
times, both by accident and on purpose sort of. I was rather surprised to
discover it took nearly forever. And nothing happened other than the body losing function. The brain did its shutdown while consciousness evaporated into
the haze without its senses. At least that’s what happened to me and... well
that river was going somewhere and whatever they got I didn’t. God, The Light,
Peace, Love, glorious names for something. Well I’ve got some figuring out to
do. See you again if you're still around. I’m not sure how long nearly forever
is in your time. Oh, and thanks for the great time. It was grand to spend it with
you. I learned to laugh in that funny little place. And art, and music, and
story telling, and a whole bunch of keen stuff to play with, when I get some
time.