INTRODUCTION
In endless eternity, God created a thought.
“I am alone.”
With this thought, eternity split asunder and a moment was created,
a moment where
before and after could be conceived, a time before god thought, “I
am alone” and an
after, in which he realized, he was.
And so was created in one magnificent moment, two significant things.
The first being, time. Yes time itself was created in that instant,
there was no turning
back. God had created and so now, inhabited time.
With time came consequence. Terrible consequence, for the moment time
began so
he realized a terrible fact. In his aloneness he was lonely.
This was the second significant,thing.
Loneliness.
Who would have thought this was the very first thing created after
time began it’s
tick, tick, tocking. Loneliness. A significant thing. The second significant
thing.
God conceived of his own singularity and he didn’t like it.
He didn’t like it one bit.
This, was the beginning of everything.
“Why, what did he do? “
He created a fire. A universe of fire and he ran into the flames hoping to lose
himself.
To lose that annihilating feeling of loneliness. He ran and ran and split into
ten zillion
pieces so the massive god-like version of loneliness would be scattered, weakened
between the ten zillion things who then bore the brunt of the folly of that terrible
moment, that terrible thought. “I am alone.”
So each of us are one of ten zillion scattered things,
part of the great weakening, part
of gods ignoble flight from pain. Bits of God, seeds, not cinders
of the great fire, seeds
that grow into approximations of their source so the great universe
of fire might be put out.
This book is about one life, one cinder, that knows from what great
fire it blew. That witness’s
what insignificant corner of space it has landed. Yes space, that
was the the third significant
thing. All that fire, all that loneliness, all those scattering embers
had to go somewhere. The
great balloon of space was spontaneously created as a result of Gods
flight. Even, unto he,
this is all a mystery, it just happened with that one thought. But
this sort of discussion is
known as theology. Theology is not his concern. Comedy is all he
cares for.
So here we are in one instance, at one point, in one life. An ember
who disregards the
details and calls himself for want of a better word, God.
Let us enter a house of god, which in this story is 322 West 57th
Street, New York,
New York. 10019. |
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