The Book of Brad

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The Book of

Brad

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1Fifty

thousand, five hundred

not outside myself.

thousand, five million years

7These

visions must pass through

ago, anyway recently, the

my lens and despite the rigorous

world’s mind was shaped into a new

attention I have paid to polishing there

mold: 2She was launched to the depths

remains a mulish flaw on my glass. 8O

of desolate space.

Redeemer,

3Who

molded? Who is She? Who

if

I

have

erred

in

transcribing, Redeem me! 9I emerged to

shaped?

speak of substance not shadow.

4For

three days and nights in the

10Let

those who have ears hear.

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cold womb of a cave these three questions were answered in three visions, 5the colors of which no spectral eye has seen, the pitch of which no

1Vision

the First: Jared was

the son of an eighteen-year old model and a forty-nine

year old plumber, who was very blunt

ancient ear has heard, and the flow of which has never entered the human

with most customers, but very skillful.

heart,

2His

6a

heart modeled after the

body was a breadloaf sprouting

crocodile limbs and a bowling ball head.

pumping of the Perfect Mind, which is

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3On

a day between Spring and

black squirrel approached him on

Summer, the plumber, at the home of a

pinkish feet.

winemaker, sunk into a trance while

hands, palm up, in a pantomime of

crouched under a marble sink, gazing at

“Nothing” but the squirrel stood on

the seamless union of a brass Y-piece

hind legs, expecting.

and a straight copper pipe. 4He had

shadow reared up from behind.

always noticed that fit but never really

there was the girl, one leg a bit shorter

noticed it before, the fit, and it occupied

than the other, with lips that blushed

his mind for some time, whereupon,

when she smiled, and glorious fingers

breaking out of the trance and finishing

that fed nuts to the squirrel and

his work, 5he told himself, crazy or not,

possibility

to finally conquer his celibacy by the

immediately introduced himself and his

time his body suffered a half-century.

predicament.

6He

gathered a three-fingered stack

10The

to

plumber raised his

the

14She

11A

very faint

plumber.

12And

13He

introduced herself

and her predicament:

15a

hot-headed

of cash and began to beat about the

photographer found a blemish—left

streets asking every short-haired, lanky,

hand, fourth finger, she was a hand

glittering, dour, fitful, evil-eyed, shiny

model—during a recent shoot and

and hapless woman to perform an act of

pronounced her unfit to capture, unfit to

mercy and charity, which would be well

be paid.

paid. 7There were no takers.

her just as she closed her front door and

8Dejected

and forlorn, the plumber

16An

aggressive bee had stung

greeted the morning—rent was due

found a lovat park bench and sat staring

soon.

at cracks in the concrete, enticed by the

17The

stories of weather and time they told. 9A

plumber flashed his bills; the

hand model escorted him to a nearby

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hotel—but at the front desk they found

stutter breaking into his voice as he

no vacancy.

asked if they could get started.

18The

manager, a thin, tan,

23The

elegant woman with lapis lazuli all

hand model didn’t answer, just patiently

down her neck, thought this couple

continued, letting a very good silence

should not be turned away,

slip into the room.

19and

so,

24He

felt a surging

gathering all reserves of goodwill, she

energy amp up all within and without

lead them to a room of last resort, a

him and could contain himself no

room wallpapered deep orange and

longer. 25He tackled and pinned the girl

smelling of wet garbage and cat piss and

to the ground, and she, having finished

gonging with the loud knocks of vents

her rites of enticement, giggled and

and pipes.

panted and moaned the whole way

20After

disrobing but before the Act

through.

26The

transaction

was

the hand model took two indigo mittens

completed seven minutes later and they

out of her purse, held them to her lips,

never saw each other again.

chanted

under

her

breath

and

27The

next Summer a rap-rap-rap

reverently, leisurely, slid them on her

bloomed on the plumber’s home door

hands.

stood on the edge of the

and upon answering he found a sallow

bed, facing the wall, and dipped her

cheeked newborn in a wicker picnic

mittened

imaginary

basket, a note pinned to the purple

fountain, splashed imaginary water over

blanket covering him up. 28The plumber

her face and body and opened her arms

made the compassionate choice; after all,

to imaginary space as if in salutation or

the baby had cute stubby arms, half-

acceptance.

plumber sat boxered

moon cuticles, and in the midst of

on a chair, confused by her rhythm, a

brown locks a passionate shock of white

21She

hands

22The

in

an

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hair. White. How white? 29The

never knew a mother.

white of a noon cirrus

6The

plumber had always been a

the white of a cresting wave tip

very parsimonious man, and had enough

the white of bonfire ash

money to quit his job and move to a

the white of young birch bark

modest rural farmstead where they

the white of an archangel’s aura.

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grew pears and apples and grapes, and where he attempted to raise Jared in

1Jared

was a callous and

astonishing child.

an

this over, had come to believe that every

infant, he never cried when a

event of his life, from infancy to

doctor poked a needle in his arm, never

adulthood, from the most mundane

wailed when his stomach hurt, never

moments (caught in a traffic jam) to the

cooed when the plumber rocked him,

half-second shimmers (remembering a

never grabbed at an object in anyone’s

great dream in a traffic jam),

hands.

his

primed him for this single task: the

surroundings and stared into the eyes of

cultivation of a child. 9The plumber

the plumber when his diaper was

realized it was his life’s true purpose.

changed or a bottle was stuck in his

His overflowing heart did the best it

mouth. 4His eyes were large and chrome

could.

3He

casually

2As

quasi-isolation. 7The plumber, thinking

scanned

blue and his hair grew and curled like

10Two,

three, four. Jared didn’t seem

the branches of dead trees in mystical

to

bogs that surround a grim castle. 5He

believed his unique mental development

never lost the white shock, proudly

was the result of a defect in the genes, a

displayed on the crown of his head, and

missing link somewhere or, God forbid,

4

learn.

8had

11Initially,

the

plumber


a mutation.

12But

it soon became

or a cow or the arc of a rainbow-shaped

obvious, after close observation, that

word. 17He did not understand windows

Jared

experiences

and timidly felt their solidity at different

methodically and with a kind of ruthless

points on the pane, as if it was a

dispassion for his own safety, testing

hologram, a trick of light that a hand

this or that specific variable in the same

could pass through.

general

experience

an easy expression of disinterest on his,

outcomes.

13What

conducted

his

for

different

was the hypothesis?

18He

usually wore

getting chubbier, face.

The plumber hadn’t a clue, he just kept

19In

light of this behavior, which he

trying to love him, thinking it would

was helpless to control or prevent, the

solve everything.

plumber reasoned that Jared would have

14At

five, still not talking, Jared

great trouble connecting with people,

burned his right index finger on the

maybe even with his own self.

stove, and as soon as the plumber had

his great fear that Jared would never

tended to the burn with ointment and

have a stable “I,” that he would fail to

band-aids and stern warning words

distinguish between what is Me and

15Jared

what is Not-Me, the healthy schism of

went off and did it again, on the

20It

was

same finger but different hand, having

the within from the without.

turned the temp down from 350° to

what if he identified with the whole

150°. 16He would remove magnets from

world and the whole world identified

the fridge and attempt to instigate a

with him and the plumber didn’t know

flow from standing water, the course

how to live like that.

determined by the shape and surface

22Seven,

area of various magnets—a watermelon

eight, nine.

21Instead,

23One

night, a

Friday with crisp autumn wind, the

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plumber peeked in his Jared’s room and

tilted in towards him. 29Jared, squinting

saw him sitting up in bed, wide eyed

like the sun had risen at the wrong time,

and focused on something far away.

chose his first words: “Father please

24The

shut off that lamp. It throws up stupid

plumber, responding to an urge

from an unpinpointable source, entered

shadows.”

the room and began to speak to Jared

30Eleven,

twelve, thirteen. After a

about the intricacies of the work that

failed foray into homeschooling the

once concerned him, work he had to

plumber reluctantly caved to Jared’s

give up once Jared was born—25the

request

benevolent union, all those peacock

classroom.

shades of Housewife, the burning smell

and on the inaugural Monday his first

of freshly cut PVC, the beauty of a new

class was World History. 32The teacher,

shining nipple.

walked back and

an obese woman with gray hair pulled

forth, to and fro, gesturing with his

back in two ponytails, asked him to read

arms and shoulders and hips.

aloud

26He

27After

a

for

a

a

31He

proper

and

public

entered seventh grade

passage

in

the

required

time the plumber saw that Jared was

textbook; Jared shunned the suggestion

sound asleep, succumbing to strange

with a polite wave of his hand.

lullabies. He spoke a few weeks later.

teacher repeated the directive, adding

28On

that the order was non-negotiable.

that night, a balmy Wednesday,

33The

the plumber woke up to a sharp crack,

34Jared

walked downstairs in the darkness and

read,” he said, “Words just stand in for

stumble-flicked on a light: the house

stuff. I don’t want a stand in. I want the

plants were in a circle with Jared in the

real stuff.”

middle; the bookcase and end tables

first firecracker, preceded him in every

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wasn’t pressured. “I don’t like to

35His

reputation, from that


classroom, and it wasn’t long until his

42“Jared,

will I die before I am

teachers taught as though he was a

married?” asked a math geek with

vacant desk or part of the wallpaper

thumb-thick glasses.

pattern. 36At

“Don’t worry about what kind of lunchtime, however, out of the

clothes you have in the closet. Or how

constricting grasp of the classroom, 37Jared

you sleep.”

was free to read bodies and

43“Jared,

my throat is always sore.

buildings, voices and food, space and

Can you heal me?” asked a willowy

time—and he flashed upon the outlines

track star.

of events both imminent and far-flung,

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it

an innate talent nurtured by his

again. Who cares what you eat? It’s

experiential childhood. 38He reported on

what you throw-up.”

these events to no one in particular, just

44“Jared,

how can I learn to do what

reported, and those who eavesdropped

you do?” asked a bald kid with a

upon him would watch as a prediction

slingshot in the front pocket.

came true: 39the breakdown of a vending

“Look out your window.”

machine or the breakout of a fight; the

45Eventually

a cadre of self-selected

piercing scream of a curse; the steal of a

students (Jared never consulted with

kiss or an orange; the change from rain

anyone) installed themselves by his side

to sunshine and back again.

and organized the frenzied mass at

40Soon,

those who became convinced

lunchtime so he could see as many

of his abilities began to inquire about their own future lives.

41He

people as possible.

read their

46He

signs—he wanted to do what he could.

sat alone at a table at one end

of the lunchroom, left alone by the

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teachers, and a single file line resolutely inched

forward

whatever

as

humdrum

he or

questions were put to him.

instead of regurgitation.

answered

51In

far-fetched 47He

the

hallways,

a

peaceful

sideways glance or respectful step aside

ended

carried more significance than “How’s it

every Q &A the same way:

going?” or “Excuse me, you’re in my

“Recognize that I have not helped

way.”

52Students

began to view each

you. Remember it was you who helped

other as not-other, and so were less

yourselves.”

attracted to naked displays of bullies

48The

spoke,

certainty with which Jared

the

unhesitant

tone

and bitches and principals, more willing

and

to sacrifice high grades for a day in high

otherworldly confidence of his voice

grass.

(more so than the actual words),

53The

school was incensed at this

converted all those who were formerly

new lack of dependence.

conditioned to believe that being a

the

human being meant never-ever enjoying

approached the plumber and demanded

that kind of conviction.

he bar Jared from attending, for they

49The

cumulative effect of that

living presence took its toll.

50In

cause

of

the

54They

chaos.

knew

55They

had no legal grounds on which to

the

banish him.

56The

plumber didn’t

classrooms students began to answer

understand the anger of the school,

questions (What are the mechanisms by

didn’t

which the earth’s geography changes

affected

over time?) and debate problems (the

dominant

extinction of the gold standard and the

translated into non-action, was that if

rise of fiat money) with imagination

he loved something then he had to give

8

understand everyone thought,

why so.

Jared 57His

and

had single

what

he


up controlling whatever he loved. 58The

school,

naturally

beyond the limits of his individual

furious,

enforcement, the capacities of which

concocted a quick scandal (involving

were

Jared’s assault on a group of teachers

capacities of the two were determined

with a hammer), and once the right

by three, and the three determined by

witnesses were bribed in place it was

five, the five by eight, eight by thirteen,

impossible to refute.

thirteen by twenty-one.

59So

in a great

public assembly, amid cheers and jeers

65The

of teachers and students, Jared was

and

expelled

66On

posthaste,

64The

primary enforcer is infinite.

Tuesday night, Jared found a

brown body and dull yellow beak

60Sixteen,

a

two.

still-warm dead bird on the sidewalk, its

posthaste.

found

by

Let those who have ears hear.

expunged from all written school records

determined

seventeen, eighteen. He

job

as

a

pointing to a huge brick house with

neighborhood

green

shutters.

67He

followed

his

watchman walking among the exurbs

intuition up the steps, rapping his

that had popped up around his home

knuckle three times on the heavy door.

like the acne on his face.

68It

61He

liked his

opened with a sensual whine and

solid blue uniform and shiny black shoes

there She stood, lithe arms outstretched,

and sparkling white star stitched to his

beckoning him into the house, leading

chest. 62All he did was walk and observe

him through the minimalist living

and he was good at it, often reporting a

room—one black leather couch and a

crime before it happened, but he was

wall-sized fresco of the Sun—and into

prohibited from doing anything other

the soft candlelit dining room. Twelve

than reporting said crime.

people with simple smiling faces sat on

63It

was

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one side of a long oak table.

69“Would

74“Were

you like to stay for supper?” She asked,

presence of such evil?”

biting her lower lip. “Sure, sure,” he

“What do you think should be done

said. “Just let me make a phone call.” 70He

you scared to be in the

with Her?”

called and reported his crime

75A

doctor surged through the

and sat down to eat so as not to raise

crowd and sidled up to Jared’s ear,

suspicions.

whispering fate: he would be dead in

71After

a few moments of silence,

three days from a poison that was

where She and the twelve stared at the

coursing with indomitable life through

ceiling, not blinking, She bestowed on

his blood.

him the first cup of tea from a large red

oversized chair by the bedside, was

pot and as he brought it to his lips and

inconsolable.

tasted licorice and peppermint and

horse rush of the mob, chomping on

jasmine and a hint of something

Jared’s every breath for a bit of quotable

malicious, a door crashed open and all

speech.

went black.

merely soaked up the presence of the

72He

awoke the next morning in a

plumber’s—his bowed head, his folded

hospital bed, the room filled with an

hands, his voice occasionally asking

inconsiderate mob that flashed and

Jared if he needed a glass of water.

popped question after question.

79And

73“How

does it feel to capture a mass

76The

78But

77He

barely reacted to the

Jared did not speak. He

he realized for the first time the

plumber’s Love.

murderer? What was She like?”

plumber, sitting in an

80Jared

was goddamn

ashamed he did not feel the Love of his

“How did you know what She was

father before, but he felt the Love now

up to? What led you to Her house?”

and he gave the Love back.

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81The

4

final minutes: after the last

impatient questionnaire had left from frustration and resentment, it was then that Jared spoke,

82his

words tangled

and awkward, spilling out into a babble

black hair. Black. How black? 2The

black of octopus’ ink

the black of a coal cloud

in one, but his last breath was coming

the black of charred skin

and with that last breath some coherent 83words

the Second: She had

the black of a deep cave

of eight conversations looped together

words came to his lips,

1Vision

the black of a homicidal heart.

he did

3Jared’s

call led the authorities to

not form and did not bother to think

Her home. 4She gave Her short, svelte

about how they had been formed, he just

body over calmly and with exquisite

said them, feeling himself a puppet and

grace, and the arresting officers later

knowing that the puppeteer who had

testified that She was nothing but polite

hidden all his life was now revealing

and self-effacing. 5An immediate sweep-

itself and pulling the right strings at the

search

right moment:

revealed an operating room in the

84“She

of

Her

ten-bedroom

home

shall be changed and yet

basement; an observatory in the attic;

remain the same and set to the stars to

and an insulated laboratory in the three-

outshine their flame.”

car garage where She constructed Her

85He

and

died with his eyes half shut,

the

wonderment

plumber, and

consumed grief

and

incredible machines—a billionth of a

by

meter wide.

love,

6In

Her

bedroom

they

found

watched as the body and bed dissolved

volumes of detailed notes explaining

together like water in water.

Her

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inventions,

Her

goals,

Her


methods. 7When pressed to confess by

fast poison that killed them inside thirty

the authorities She replied with a snake

seconds, smooth and painless.

sounding “Yes” and that syllable was

13Immediately

after cessation of

the last that slipped from Her lips for

“life,” and before rigor mortis set in, She

the whole of the trial. 8She defended

began a series of operations in which

Herself with sweet strong silence.

She injected 50cc of Her machines into

9She

was brought to an ancient

the arc of each foot, in the back of the

amphitheater by the sea and judged by a

knees, each hip joint, in the palms of

panel of seven learned philosophers and

both hands, the crook of each elbow and

scientists,

armpit, and finally, behind both ears.

persons.

and

10The

twelve

vernacular

world flocked to this

14Then,

with utter silence and devotion,

stage, for Her transgressions were so

She implanted four incredibly powerful

strange and unnatural that it compelled

microchips in the brain, two in each

people to pilgrimage and experience

hemisphere of the neocortex.

Her in the flesh, in their hands.

microchips,

11This

once

activated

15The

and

was Her crime: attempting to

transmitting Her instructions, would

eliminate, unequivocally and forever,

jumpstart neuroelectrochemical activity

soul from body, spirit from voice, mind

by sending out a burst of signals

from

designed to mimic the flow of ions along

matter—to

create

a

shadow

without substance. 12This

the requisite channels in the nerve cell,

was Her means: She killed

allowing the synapses to branch out and

each of Her twelve victims with a toxin

fire again in three dimensions, as before.

extracted from the skin of a puffer fish

16The

and mixed with a cup of herbed tea, a

messages,

12

microchips also relayed Her via

electromagnetic


signature, to the machines previously

for the safety and action of its

injected, and their first collective task

autonomic functions, could easily offer

was to reanimate cellular activity, in a

itself up to external control, Her

manner similar to the nerve cells, and

control.

revive the fundamental process of cell

21If

division and repair. 17In

across the room, pick up a polished

the beginning, the machines,

programmed

She wished a victim to walk

for

ivory vase and throw it at against the

self-replication,

wall,

22She

simply

initiated

the

powered themselves by converting the

microchips to begin ionic flow and fire

chemical reactions inside cells to usable

up the neural nets associated with vase-

mechanical energy.

throwing

18Eventually,

they

(memory,

motor,

vision,

would use the hydraulic and mechanical

future planning, among others). 23These

energy of the heart as the system-wide

neural signals then rippled down to the

power plant. 19After a two or three hour

hypothalamus and were converted into

period, an especially stressful time for

chemical messengers which sent the

Her, the feedback loop between the

instructions to cells located in the area

body and the brain would be re-

concerned with the initiated action—the

established, bringing automatically back

victim would walk across the room and

on-line the functions of the nervous,

pick up the vase and throw it against

endocrine,

the wall, and voila.

muscular,

and

immune

systems. 20At

24She

this point, the body, totally

dependent

on

the

microchips

could calibrate Her victims to

do anything—laugh, cook linguini, walk

and

on hands, draw a sunrise, juggle. 25They

machines (rather than consciousness)

could smell, see, taste, touch, and hear—

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information She readily collected and

thin fingers struggling with a heavy

processed—but without a mind they

wrench. 33And Bart would be crumbling

could not build continuity of experience,

feta cheese and breaking olives, tossing

and so no memory, no thoughts, no self.

them

26They

34Suddenly

were meat machines, organic

into

a

very

green

salad.

Simone would stop folding,

robots, incapable of anything but pure

Phil dusting, Ian struggling, Bart

physical process.

had to monitor

tossing, and they would freeze, tremble,

Her new beings very closely at the start,

collapse, rise and run to Her with hot

but inevitably, a self-sustaining merger

tears and shout, “Who Am I? What is

of metal and flesh stood before Her.

my name?” 35She gave them a motherly

28She

hug and a tender frown and invited

27She

rechristened Her twelve victims:

Zebby, Ian, Petoria, Simone, Jane, Andy,

them

Larry Z, Phil, Bart, Martha, Jimmy, and

development over a cup of tea.

Jude.

killed them all twelve times each, after

29An

the

unforeseen problem crept in:

spontaneous

consciousness.

emergence

30Simone

would

which,

about

miraculously

and

this

to

new 36She

Her

bafflement (She never did solve the

be

problem),

they

never

individually

recovered consciousness.

dryer, tall piles of symmetrical little 31Or

talk

of

folding the warm washcloths out of the

squares.

to

37When

She was arrested the twelve

Phil would be dusting a

were stuck on basic autopilot—no

grand piano, delicately brushing the

instructions were incoming, yet the

cloth over the keys, following the

machines

motions with his eyes.

Ian would

molecular work—and were set down, by

be fixing a pipe leak in the basement, his

the panel, next to Her, as a silent and

32Or

14

carried

on

important


grotesque example of what She had

holding such a perspective.

done.

world’s mind the collective perception

38However,

on the day Her

of

regained a sentience of a qualitatively

embedded that nothing could dislodge

different order,

through the

it, 46and the mere announcement of Her

twelve bodies but congealed in one

punishment seemed a formality, an

voice.

empty ritual, for in the end it was not an

40They,

character

was

so

in the

punishment was set to be leveled they

39diffused

Her

45But

deeply

or rather, THOU, boldly

opinion of the panel but an outgrowth

stood up in front of the panel and spoke

of the world’s united will, so much so

to the world on Her behalf.

that it did not need articulation—it was

admitted

that

THOU

41THOU

did

not

unconsciously assumed.

47The

world

understand what THOU was or how

shouted THOU to silence and the panel

THOU

responded with due speed; the twelve

got

understood

here,

enough

situation at hand.

but to

42THOU

THOU

grasp

the

were summarily shut down.

begged the

48This

was Her punishment: Her

world to take off their glasses, their

technology would be used against Her.

shoes, their hats, and put on Her’s.

49She

43THOU

but more insidiously and without a first

asked the world to release the

would be changed like Her victims

damaging belief of Her inhumanness,

death.

and the consequences inherent in that

autotrophic world unto itself, a true

belief.

tried to tell the world

meld of machine and mind existing in

that THOU did not wish to force people

perfect symbiosis. 51She would not need

to adopt this perspective; THOU only

to breathe, to eat or sleep, to maintain

wanted the world to see the effects of

Her body temperature, to repair Herself.

44THOU

15

50Her

body would become an


52She

could exist in a vacuum.

53A

ignored.

hexagon pod would be constructed and

“Well,

She would be sealed in naked, airtight,

I

should

design

new

specif….” Halted in mid-stream.

and launched into space, where, it was

“Well, I should des….” Getting

universally hoped and wished, She

better.

would float forever with the relentless

5“Well,

anguish and torment that accompanies a

“We….” Thought stopped as it’s

mind confronted by eternity. 54When

I sho….” Better.

formed.

asked by the panel if She

“?” Pressure of a thought.

understood the punishment, She folded

6“…”

Her arms across her chest and spoke up

“?” No thought pressure.

loud and said, “I’m not deaf.”

7After

5

Hardly any thought pressure.

this

inner

chatter

was

mastered She noticed that once She did 1A

kind of time passed.

2Adrift

in

hexagon

sound unto itself, like the plops of

adrift in space, the body no

different rocks thrown in a pond. 8She

longer a point of worry, She quietly

started to think not in words but in

focused down and started to pay

shadows-sounds of words, in due course

attention.

becoming adept at thinking harmonious

3She

the

allow a thought to occur it had a unique

noticed that She

could control Her little and big and

thoughts

stupid and profound thoughts, and

dissonance. 9But once, in the midst of a

even stop thinking entirely.

cacophonic passage (She was thinking

4“Well,

I

should

design

and

canceling

out

the

new

about Her crime) She thought She

specifications for that….” Thoughts

noticed a deeper melody beneath the

16


clashing noise.

10She

concentrated and

chest and biting his tongue and She saw

listened hard for a mellifluous strain and

all the terror, dread, and helplessness

the dissonance was replaced by a low

there was to see in his face. 19But in the

lucid buzz all within and without her.

next magnificent moment She beheld

11She

was suddenly outside the pod.

him in a new light and he beheld Her

12She

looked at Her hands and saw Her

hands but knew, just knew,

13that

and they beheld each other.

She

20Let

those

moment stunned Her.

22For

who have ears hear.

would only see Her hands when She

21The

thought about wanting to see Her

the first time She had seen what death

hands.

might actually be, and She felt compelled

14As

She acclimated to the buzz, She

to do whatever was in Her power to

began to enjoy Her newfound freedom

ease the pain of transition, mitigate it

outside the pod. 15She drifted around the

somehow, make it more relaxed, hushed,

universe and witnessed the compression

less

of planets, tiptoed along an event

everything.

horizon, mingled with the hearts of red

to Her body, and concentrated on

giants, befriended lonely pulsars, and

expanding that initial lucid buzz into

even, once, visited Her home.

16She

something greater, a fuller sound,

reclined on the top of a tree and

thinking that somewhere in there would

leisurely took in a hectic downtown

be a part of an answer.

district. 17A dark-suited man with wavy

stressful,

24Black

23She

for

everyone

and

returned to Her pod,

holes ate stars, galaxies

blonde hair started to cross the street—

collided and recalibrated their orbits as

and he had a heart attack.

was

She worked, as she made the buzz

lying on the concrete, clutching his

bloom, 25up throughout Her body, from

18He

17


toetips to crown point, and She passed

had internalized that there was nothing

into and out of endless expressions of a

more joyous, more blissful, than being

constant central sound,

the Sound!

the Sound—but since that entailed

was the sound that enthused Her, it

Annihilation, the second best thing was

was the sound that guided Her, it was

to create with and from the Sound. 7So

the sound that stabilized Her, moving

She decided to create a world, a world

from scale to scale, building in intensity

modeled after Her home, but not with

and speed,

its

27It

26O,

28gradually

becoming a

tendency

toward

decay

and

single tone, subsuming every cell in Her

devolution, hostility and hatred. 8Inside

body, She could feel that,

was the

Her creations She would plant a note of

last thing She felt, before She was

Herself so that all things would be

Annihilated by the totality of the Sound.

connected to Her, as She was connected

30She

29it

stood before a door. She

to the Sound. 9That was all.

opened the door. 31She

10She

the Sound.

6

11She

spoke; that’s how She created.

did not say, “Let’s have some

clowns over here and a fish or two here 1Vision

the

Third:

She

and a thunderstorm out here.” 12She did

thought that She wanted to

not say, “Lights. Camera. Action.” 13She

see Her hands and She saw

did not say, “Ice should be slick, and the

Her hands. 2In this way She broke from

curious must love me.”

the Sound. 3The state She was in cannot

14Her

breath intruded upon the

be surmised. 4The place She was in

blanket

cannot be circumscribed. 5The plan She

interaction of Her breath and the

formed, however, can be described: 6She

blanket

18

of

a

matter

thing

and

from

emerged.

this

15The


emergence of the thing depended on

First Breath, a spiral that, initially,

Her mood and the mood of that part of

blooms outward with fantastic pace,

the blanket which would be that thing.

then tapers to moderate speed before

16Even

unwinding in long slow whorls.

though the blanket was finite

22Yet

Her moods were infinite and no two

the spiral did not unwind forever; it

things would be alike. 17Every thing She

reached

created became double bonded to Her

where—like the inhalation of a breath—

abstractions, to Her nothingness, to Her

it reversed its movement, mirroring

fullness, and to its own detail, its own

itself,

fact, its own incarnation.

picking

18Her

things

an

23now

unpinpointable

place

condensing long and slow,

up

speed

exponentially,

were free to choose which other things

collapsing into the original center point,

they

24only

would

19Things

like

to

mingle

with.

interacted to such an intimate

to emerge into a new spiral,

which blooms outward only to be

degree that many new things began to

ultimately

form, and though these things were still

inward.

a part of Herself, She was no longer the

things, all interactions at every scale.

only Creator.

26She

20She

discovered that the evolution

inverted

25This

concrescently

pattern governed all

realized it was a natural law, one

She was previously unaware of.

27She

of Her things followed a strangely

Herself was subject to this breath and

uniform movement: once She breathed

this spiral (She is still sitting in the

into emergence a thing (a grasshopper,

hexagon, now and forever), to its

the color pink, death),

contractions and expansions and cycles.

21it

evolved like

the movement of a spiral, so to speak, a

28And

spiral that has its origin point in Her

though She was helpless to

prevent them, She did not like these

19


certain recurring arcs in Her spiral, 29wherein

38The

7

the things She had created

became profoundly disconnected and alienated from Her.

30She

reasoned this

state of affairs rested largely on the choices, the interactions, of the things

3I

was every part of Her world and

4I

5I

mind populates 6I

that belong to the mind, but not images,

am shameless

am hidden from you and appear to all.

the dream environment with images

35These

am a baby lemming and

I am ashamed.

environment of a dream is malleable in

exclusively.

2I

am the father of my mother and

can be likened to a dream. 33The

34The

the twisted root of all sin.

offspring.

yet She did not have control over it.

the face of mind.

am sinless and

the husband of my sister and she is my

every part of Her world was Her and

32It

1I

the fox jaws clamped on its throat.

with themselves and with each other. 31She

dream dreams itself.

am Her. I am Brad.

once

7I

live in the village of Vallon-Pont-

created, will grow, evolve, and re-create

d’Arc, named after the great stone arch

themselves

carved out of the rock by the river

and

their

environment,

under their own power. 36Eventually the

Ardèche.

dream images are not fully subject to

mountains to the east and eventually

the malleability of the prime mind, and

meanders

in

image

surrounded by very high cliffs that drop

requisitions part of that malleable

straight down. Occasional caves are

power. 37Soon the mind ceases to dream.

found.

fact,

each

individual

20

8The

into

river starts in the

the

Rhone.

9It

is


10My

village is small. In the center

is a moderate castle.

11Some

oxen that pull my father’s heavy plough.

barns,

My mother named them Henrietta and

houses, and a few trade shops cluster

Jim.

around it, and beyond are the plowed

or write, but they recognize my gift and

fields and pastures. 12The land is rolling

encourage me and love me nonetheless.

and deep green and the soil is rich and

20My

21My

father and mother can’t read

mother tends to her little

fertile and the weather is warm in the

garden, to the potatoes and cabbage and

summer, cool in the winter, and

peas and leeks and spinach and garlic.

although it snows often, it is never thick

22She

and suffocating. 13At times, mostly from

trouble doing the things she wants

the north-northeast, a strong cold wind

them to do.

blows through.

land and know every stream and tree

14My

father

countryside.

15He

farms

in

the

has knotty elfin hands that have

23I

hunt berries around our

and road and stone in my village.

has light gray eyes

24Our

house has a thatched roof and

and walks with a limp. He’s told me

just one room. 25We have two windows

why but I have forgotten. 16He does not

but they are very thin, not much sun

owe heavy labor service to the lord of

gets in.

our village, but the land is still shared.

outside than inside.

17He

hearth in the center of the room for

plants wheat and barley, oats and

26It’s

often warmer and lighter 27We

use the stone

legumes, and every season he rotates

heating and cooking.

the crops so the soil stays fresh. 18After

cooks the vegetables from her garden

the harvest some of the land becomes a

into a thick pottage, and sometimes she

communal cattle-grazing ground.

goes into the village to buy salted pork

19We

have some sheep and goats and two

28My

and bacon as an extra treat.

21

mother

29We

are


hungry sometimes.

father loves

will soon be here. 40I don’t like festivals,

my mother with a giant chunk of his

with their jousting knights and pale

heart. My mother loves my father with

jesters. I don’t like checkers or dice. I

a giant chunk of her heart. I see this.

don’t like foot races with the other kids.

31The

30My

sundial says it’s around ten in

41My

parents are patient with me.

the morning, and my mother is weeding

42They

her garden, then maybe milking the

have spells, that I write left-handed.

goats.

43My

32She

also has to make some

know I am not quite right, that I

first spell was at five, when I stood

bread from the barley and rye, baking it

next to my father as he hammered a

in the hearth until it comes out in dark

metal rod into a hole in the ground

heavy loaves, I love the smell.

33My

behind our house, and as water gushed

father is touching up the plow in his

out I suddenly felt a spinning inside and

shed, replacing the wooden edges with

everything went black. 44I woke up next

metal ones.

to the hot fire in the hearth.

34Later

he’ll have to repair

45It

wasn’t

the roof: a spot over the hearth sank in

until I was ten that they told me I was

last night because of serious rain.

talking in a new tongue.

35They

told them how often I have had these

both try to keep the house as

clean and warm as they can.

46I

have never

36My

spells or that during them She teaches

mother had six stillbirths before me,

me how to write and draw and read the

and I barely made it. 37There is a broad

spiral.

meadow on our land that is filled with

47I

wildflowers. 38I am now thirteen. 39It

have shared what I have learned

from Her with my parents, over many

is June and the spiral is

glasses of milk, and have told them that

condensing and the Midsummer festival

I will share with others, all those who

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will listen, and even those who will not. 48I

have written down these visions as a

testament to Her and all that sounds from Her. 49This sheepskin parchment I have soaked and stretched and scraped and dried myself. 50I made this quill pen from the five feathers on the right wing of a goose.

51And

despite their fear of

my future, my parents, in an act that echoes Her love for Her creations, sacrificed a choice slab of pig for a bottle of ink on my last birthday. 52So

I will take these visions with

me wherever I go, and if they are burned at the stake next to me or thrown with my corpse in a pit or locked away in a deep vault they will never disappear.

53For

I have spoken, I

have written, which means they are forever here and now—one only needs to remember. 56Let those who have ears hear. 57Allo

Mohalla Equi Numinous.

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