Alfred, known to friends as “Al,” had made the biggest mistake of his entire life. And it goes further than he thinks. We know that this mistake is not just the biggest up until this point, but the biggest he will ever make, ever. We see the data of it all. How his life changed then & where this mistake leads him. We know how he would change it all if he could, right now or later, given the data of the great plan. Do all things start small? They did for the universe. And how expansive things grow! How quickly they fall out! Nothing is nothing and the scorn for which Al endures as a result will not be forgotten, neither by him nor us, the great collectors of information. If a tiny bird falls from its nest. If a tiny bird is injured and will not survive. If an intelligent hand ‘ends the misery’, so to speak, or ‘stops the suffering’, in a word, a much greater loss occurs than just of the alleged ‘pain’–the loss of information! Hence all of us are the great collectors of information existing to collect all information. To simultaneously report back. To know and understand greater amounts. To reduce ourselves to smaller things. To return to smallness. To be small. And in the case of Al, he refuses & will live to deal with the hard consequences of leveraging his size as an advantage. He himself dies in the future of large tumor growths not quite as large as his ego but enough to make it long & painful. The end.
We don’t altogether have too much to say, but the form dictates it…”having lived out my life, once I am dead, my life goal will be seen as a simple thing. I did my best to aim for prolific production across many mediums. This is all. Yes on the day to day I grew to find positivity & joy, & reproduced, and did the things required of me. In the end though, once it is all done & said, I will have created intense depth by creating so much. And even when the struggle hits & the days pass without a word or line or drawn face, we had or have done or will or are doing the best we or I can to be prolific, to ruthlessly, sometimes blindly, put out there what it is that comes to us in the night, in the day, on the shitter, by the creek, at the brown desk, using the 700, poolside, in darkness & in light. And the search continues. I am thankful for 447s for giving my ambition at least one deadline per day, although we understand we must surpass even this level of output if we wish to ever have been considered prolific, when it is over, when the time has run out for us to create here on this place, at this time, at that time, for however long, as much as we can, on this day, on that, on those days, on the coming of days, to it all we pledge, at the least, our best despite it all!”
The most beautiful woman: “that’s mine,” she said. And he knew two things, perhaps three. The first is a question: “can we truthfully claim ownership of anything?” The second is a statement with feeling: “but nothing is ours.” And the third is this: “however, though we cannot claim truthfully, can we actually? As the law of Universi states, ‘I am a part of the Universe, thus I am Universal.’ So yes, if done right, we may take claim to everything & everyone if we accept ‘mine’ as the synonym for ‘universal’. To say that yes, this is mine, this is one, this is you, this is ours just as they & Justin have said time & time again, to each other, against each other, for each other, in all of all, all things being one.