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 idea of Present Telling is to know intuitively the present state of someone or something & then use a combination of deductive reasoning & imagination to predict the future & retell the past with the perspective awareness gained through knowing an entire spectrum, albeit a fragmented & spedread knowing, or perhaps, albeit, concentrated–like from 100% real shit concentrate knowing. The trick from the beginning is to create an atmosphere of intention. Then to heighten this atmosphere by asking that someone to commit a voluntary act of intention & of surrender to the opening process, such as touching a crystal ball with two fingers, “not those two fingers, these two,” you might say. To heighten. To bring down walls. To open doors. To close doors. Humans are a sensational species, the most so in this world. We are likely the most so across the complete stretch of this universe. Imagine a big city. Imagine walking downtown this city. We with simultaneous marvel have come so far upward; we with simultaneous marvel have come so far away from height. How do we surrounded by so much marvel created by a collection of individual minds not believe in the individual mind itself, as in, not believe the heights to where & to which it may go if asked with intention? I just, I just need everyone to know we are not heightened by buildings, smartphones, clothing, cars, houses, jobs, etc… everything not of the individual mind in its present state is the creation of collective minds whether it is of one individual combining past, present, & future, or multiple individuals combining within one or many generations of life. These things outside of the mind–the word “mind,” as in to mean right here the entire essence, potential, & spectrum of capable human marvel, spirit, soul, & intelligence– are there to assist minds, or individuals, combined or isolated, imagined or deductively reduced, in the coming together of a more powerful collection. Not physically, although it could be. The “status” of one’s life is not then to be relatively compared by measuring the excess or lack of tools, from one individual to another, although it could. As in, this verbage is getting complicated, the status of all things is shared. E.G., a gentleman owns a lamborgini. That lamborgini existed prior to his ownership. Engineering from other minds was involved. Imagination & reasoning. Things were extracted from the earth to build it. Many cars existed before it. Many lamborginis existed before “his” lamborgini became “his.” The mistake is to see the lamborgini as a status of an individual, the gentleman who now owns it, the one who has two semi-successful hair plants, two being necessary to cover a moving hairline, the gentleman who sees & owns & drives the lamborgini with a heightened his & mine, & not to see it as a collective status of human height. But again, & not to be negative, the height isn’t being used properly. It’s the wrong height, to be simple. Mind, not mine. It’s just true. it is.