Most of life, in general, is comprised of people acting weird. Even in the most sincere cases, life is like this. But that’s the big idea isn’t it? Everything is silly and cannot be taken seriously ever. But at the same time, everything is sacred.
This next part is especially for Alisha and Laura, but is equally important for anyone who loves old men as their own offspring:
“I wish I’d written Our Town. I wish I’d invented Rollerblades.“
–Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake
SPOILER ALERT*: I can’t really talk about this without ruining the surprise.
I have been considering my karass today. (All of this probably has to do with the amount of Vonnegut I have been consuming of late.) I can’t exactly pinpoint who these individuals might be, but I know it must involve the Internet at some point. I love the idea that we are unknowingly working toward some greater goal together. It’s not anything we plan. Life, the Universe, plans, they all progress on their own.
*You should read Cat’s Cradle or this if you are in a hurry.
Nice, Nice, Very Nice.
I miss you.
Thank you. I’m sure I miss you too Mr./Ms. Anonymous.
I like the way your ass is progressing.
Sorry, I am the anonymous one. I like the stuff about tendrils.
Oh, my little anonymous one.
“I love the idea that we are unknowingly working toward some greater goal together.”
It’s like contemporary modernist fiction (thank you anonymous), maybe KV was using Bokononism to show an example of ingegrity. The appeal of chaos within/out of belief is art. The tension of being over and over and over again in that damn phrase from Timequake. Why would he wish those things?