Friday, July 29, 2005

Characters contemplate mysticism

So one of my goals this summer is to write daily. Here is some sillyness.

"How high do you suppose he is?"
"The Author only knows. He’s never done this much Ganja before."
The holy man writhed on the ground, neck twitching, muscles bulging.
"I see it!"
"What?"
"The Author… He’s… He’s a young man, trying to figure it out. We are an experiment to him. The Author lives out his selfhood in us!"
"Say more teacher"
"The Suffis are right. The Author looks at us, and we look at Him, and he fills us with Himself. We are little beaded pieces of glass, refined, reflecting the Author!"
And with that he fell to the ground, silent.

5 comments:

kd said...

Silliness or a desperate cry for recognition and understanding? Or perhaps, to your characters you are God. Do you write to be God?

Christopher said...

To my characters I am God, yes. Do I write to be God? What does the Holy Man say? No I write to look at myself, my world, my context.
Peace,
Chris

Andy said...

Have you read Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions?

Christopher said...

Actually I have not. I'll need to read it sometime.
Peace,
Chris

Andy said...

It's mostly a crude book, but it's got an interesting experiment in which Vonnegut writes himself into the book and interacts with a couple the characters, eventually setting them free. It's the beginning of an ongoing relationship he has with Kilgore Trout.

But it echos another theme in the book where Trout (a sci-fi writer) gives a copy of his latest book to a man who is going crazy and is asking Trout for answers. The book happens to be in the form of a long letter from God to the only one of his creatures who has free will. According to the book, God himself doesn't have free will.

Of course, Vonnegut is a Unitarian, so that throws another wrench into what he means by any of this.