Saturday, February 10, 2007

B&W Thoughts On Yet Another B&W Night

This is what the weather must be like in space. But the cold is not the point. I have been reading the more or less collected works of a complete stranger and continue to sit here stunned. Things run through my head at times...what was lost when the library at Alexandria burned? How many writers give up before they get a chance to be noticed? Words wrapped around faces in a crowd, images on the Internet. Reading what I have over the past few hours makes me content, knowing that there will be people writing fantastical things on the day of my death and beyond. Until its time for my dirt nap, I remain your chattel, Wayne. (Now talk amongst yourselves...)

5 comments:

Larry Santoro said...

Nah. There's no wind-chill in space and all weather is Absolute!

Stewart Sternberg said...

Wayne, your wrong. Nobody will write anything after you've died. When you die, we will all cease to exist. You have created this reality and although most of us don't understand or realize this, your demise means our demise. You are reality.

So, that's why it be necessary to kidnap you and somehow keep you in a state of suspended animation..dreaming into eternity so that we (the created) can maintain our substance.

Irene said...

Wow. You have such profound thoughts before going to bed.

Before dozing off, I find myself wondering what I'm going to wear the next day...and that's about it. ;p

etain_lavena said...

We all find what we need to know in this life time, we all get stronger so we can continue in the next...like Steward's Idea tough,.....:)

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

etain, stewart is the true puppet master. By shifting the truth around, he can actually pull planets from their orbits. I fully suspect one day, I will awaken to two suns and three moons and a green sky. Larry is my seemingly-Eskimo friend who went to college in London but they sent him back to the US to eventually meet me. This, too, was handled by Stewart and involved a time portal.