Wednesday, 1 October 2014
A word, or maybe words, fell from above - naturally . . . that is naturally they fell from above, they could hardly have fallen from below . . . but anyway in the falling the word or words hit something hard, the corner maybe was it of the roof, and broke into pieces onto the dirt. Something of course so interesting was hardly going to be ignored, but efforts in trying to put together again the pieces ended in, if not failure, confusion . . . though it might be more truthful to say failure and confusion, not to mention mud. The pieces were so small no one could agree, never mind what word or words the letters comprised but what letters the pieces comprised, though of course this didn't stop the most violent certainties arising and clashing with other violent certainties. Anger, self-righteousness, etc.
Anyway all involved were and are behaving as if these fallen words were of the utmost importance, unquestionably; and there was no one even to suggest otherwise. Maybe they were just tossed by some bloody shoemaker from a dirty attic window. Why a shoemaker? I don't know. Egalitarianism. Though of course they could be right - from the heavens and all that. But you'd think if someone had gone to the trouble of sending it from the heavens, they'd have managed to avoid it smashing off the edge of some stupid roof. Ah but that maybe that was the whole point - the smashing bit . . . as well as the falling.
But isn't this all a bit too allegorical, crude even? Maybe, whatever it's all supposed to mean. But don't blame me, I only wrote it down.