The Space and He
So He stands behind the window and gazes into His room. What does He see?
This is no power-point presentation. Pay attention. This matters. This is your life. You were given this to accomplish your deepest desire, to satisfy your most beautiful curiosity, and to know your name among the names. Your name is He. Have you heard of Him?
The fans move at the limit of their power. Go, relieve them. The cool wet breeze is enough. Switch of all unnecessary lights. Don’t waste power. The music is too loud. Play it at a volume where you really wish to let it sink in. See? It’s better now, isn’t it?
The insects are benign. Don’t worry about them at all. They are all about minding their own business. They don’t have to suffer the fate of humans. They are programmed to do their jobs like slaves of natural forces. They find heat, they move towards it. You swat them, they die. They eat each other. Kinda like MBAs, but not all humans have to suffer the fate of them soddy sons-of-bitches. He is not an MBA. Just an aspirant. Mastery is a long long way off. He is not a Master. Not anymore.
Silence is better. On second thoughts, silence makes noise more prominent. Better fill this alien space with something familiar. Sit!
Ma sedendo e mirando:
e souvrumani silenze, e profondissima quiete…
Io nel pensier mi fingo,
ove per poco Il cor non si spaura
