Cat’s Cradle

Well, I took the vlog private; I think it’s served its purpose as well as a thing like that could. I had been holding out for closure. I dunno. I thought something would come along that I could document, analyze and declare the job finally finished for, so to speak. I said I wouldn't force it but it never came. My choice had been made from the very beginning; no matter what, I would not crack the vessel, you know.

And I did not. And we are all better off for it. It really is amazing, when you think about it. Good for us.

That said, I saw much better outcomes. Apparently other people saw something too and perhaps persons even more than that simply came to understand some vague notion of unusual and good value nearby. And for it, immediately ran straight away unclothed by even a ribbon’s shred of good sense or any dignity whatsoever out onto that wet field. So it goes.

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Why did Vonnegut call Cat’s Cradle Cat’s Cradle? I forget. It was a book about a chemical reaction that destroyed the world as we know it and the weirdly erotic new beginnings of a biology thereafter. Childish and grave. You’re not exactly sure who or what you’re supposed to root for and when you close the back cover there’s really nothing to say except:

“Fuck. That was a lot. Is his other stuff this weird?”

It’s not a bad read. Cat’s Cradle, I mean.

Said the red turtle critically to himself:

“Where do they come up with this garbage?”

Now I’m talking about something else. Let’s talk about something else, still.

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I’m not taking anything back. The narrative we’ve woven is now big enough to matter and small enough for me to exclusively control. I’m stuck with it. It’s all I have because you prevented me from having anything else. I’d painstakingly guilded a meteoric rise in social status, a plethora of genuine virtuous acts and a chronicle of each step. I was to deal in amnesty, benedictions, pedestals and the plain light of day. I’ll still claim that life, but now the story is going to be boring and more complicated to boot. Which was the problem to begin with, you know, You’ve made virtue, civic virtue, boring. It would explain quite a few of the things we don’t like to see in the world, wouldn’t it? I am quietly quite angry with you about this, you know. It isn’t something to air though. Is it?

At the very least you can’t ask me: “Well what would you do about it?”

I’m going to drink from the well of myself and begin again.

What are you going to do?

P.S. Hi, Bob. I’ll be home soon. You know we’ll have a good time then. Much love.