Bigsley the Oaf


Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on June 25, 2012

I’m a little person and you store your little facts in me –

Not waffles, pancakes. Father’s reading habits, mother’s maiden name, favorite childhood shirt.

There are lots of collections of such little facts and each little collection is its own spirit bundle (well):

There’re lots of alcoholics, I’m coming to realize. And, besides these, there are other worlds of numbness. Whole universes where the entirety of the content is collections of little facts.


So you want to forget the game and the power and the creation and the source and all but then what do you have left,

Besides river, and tree, and field, and moon?


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  1. Graham said, on June 28, 2012 at 4:58 pm

    This makes sense to me now. What else is there besides river, tree, field, and moon? Nothing but your own mind and its inane trappings, be they self-consistent or haphazard.

    • bigsleytheoaf said, on June 29, 2012 at 7:05 am

      It’s true – these things really are there, and they have been, and they will be. You’re just a dream, just a half blink of an eye. You are the universe looking at itself for a moment – but it will look away. Anything you care about at all is absolutely obliterated by river, tree, field, moon. How could it compare?

  2. Graham said, on June 29, 2012 at 4:48 pm

    It can compare because in the same way I rely on the universe, the universe relies on me. There’s no separation. I am large, I contain multitudes.

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