Bo Fowler's Blog, page 25

The Human Race

So we have started tiptoeing upon the great curvature of SpaceTime. 

And yes the rest of the Universe has a head start of billions of years...

But what is a few billion years?

Metaphors 1

The hyena doesn't laugh.
The parrot doesn't talk.
The bird doesn't sing.

Metaphors

The hyena doesn't laugh.
The parrot doesn't talk.
The bird doesn't sing.

The Ex-Boyfriend

"I never liked your body anyway. I was just using it to get to your personality."

Nature

We hate Nature 
Nature does not hate us for hating it
Nature cannot hate
That is why we hate it

The Fire

When an old peoples' home caught fire care-workers carried out a procession of old biddies, still seating in their armchairs, depositing them in the front yard. Once on the lawn the old biddies sat there and acted exactly as if they were in their dayroom.

The last of the old biddies' was carried out of the home. Her hair was on fire. She was placed away from the others in the front yard.

The old lady with her hair on fire opened her mouth then miniature care-workers carried out of her head a series of tiny seated old biddies depositing them on the old ladies boney shoulder.

The Shore of Ultimate Knowledge

On the Shore of Ultimate Knowledge the pebbles are hypercubes and mute philosophers of all shapes and sizes bask in religious stupefaction while the great sea of Metaphysics breathes as you breathe.

Mr Wurzberg

Mr Wurzberg carried a satchel in which he kept a selection of half a dozen long cherished and warn out arguments which, at the very lightest of provocations, he would take out and flamboyantly recite.

It didn't matter to Mr Wurzberg what people made of his arguments or that many contradicted each other or were in some way or other logically suspect. 

What mattered to Mr Wurzberg was the ritual of the thing and the feeling that came with it; the careful unfolding and folding away of the paper, the preditable way his jaw moved, the reassuring sound of his own voice, the sudden sense of his sheer superiority to the universe, the fleeting feeling that he had outsmarted reality, had got one over on things as they were, in short the oh so temporary but exquisite sense of solidity under his ridiculous feet.

Heaven

When Heaven died because no one believed in it anymore it went to Heaven Heaven until people stopped believing in Heaven Heaven then it went to Heaven Heaven Heaven and so on. 

Amen.

National Geographic Channel

Vampire victim's puncture wounds, scientists have recently discovered, contain microscopic fangs which the 'victim' uses to feed off the vampire's life essence.