Simon Says.... by wytchcroft

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Simon Says....
Friday, August 31, 2007

Simon Says:

Look at the universe.

Go on, look.

It’s alive. It has… Being.
It is a thing of Being…

and “it’s hard being the universe.”
My sister said that to me once, her eyes scrunched and serious.
At the time she said it, I smiled. Crazy talk. My crazy sister talking crazy. I’m used to that from her. Clinically she is insane.
I should know. I’m a doctor.

But… - here’s the thing. She’s right. It must be hard being the universe. After all, just like her, it’s insane.
I mean, look at it. Look – at – it.
I am.
Watching all the million myriad moments – the chaos – playing out inside itself.
Over and over. The wild, ecstatic, epic, meaningless scenes. Senseless. Frenzied and isolated. Tiny flickering movements.
But perhaps that’s it...
You look close, you get drawn in. You lose perspective. The bigger picture eludes you... because maybe the truth comes in what lies between – in the gaps and in the connections. There must be connections. A logic. Schizophrenic though it is. Logic that can be grasped, studied, coded, read and… ordered. Ordered into shape. Good shape. After, like I said, I’m a doctor.
Come in universe – I’ll fix you right up.

Or maybe it’s all just dreaming. Maybe I’m seeing the dream-space of the universe... and I am walking through that dream-space – walking through that mind.

This is what it must be like for her. For my sister. For River.

I’m looking at her right now. Do you See? There she is – that tiny point of light. A tiny moment caught here on a screen. Recorded – reviewed – re-screened and responded to… here amongst the echoes and reflections in this room so very full of mirrors.
I am watching someone else watching me watching her.
There is a man, like me. Viewing a recording whilst being recorded.

Security Black: Trans Ref: 17718/hydra/43xF.

He is looking at me – and I am looking at my sister. And he says (of my looking). “It’s Love.”
There – look again – that infinitely small moment in an eternity of small moments – a molecule in the bloodstream of time. But it’s there. I can see it.

I overheard someone once say, of a great event, that it was “just a moment in time. Step aside and let it pass.”

But this is my stand. It shall not pass.

“It’s love.”

Recorded – reviewed – re-screened and – responded to?

“It’s love.”

Two words. I can hear them I hear them and
I wonder at them.
Wonder about them.
I wonder…

…What do they really mean?

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COMMENTS

Friday, March 14, 2008 5:33 AM

ANGELLEMARCS

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, November 12, 2007 3:30 AM

BORNTOFLY

That was incredible.

I love your take on Simon's thoughts and views.

Your voice as a writer is kind of peculiar, and unique in the way you capure the characters...it makes a change.

And personally speaking, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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