I was going to write about Bogdanovich, but the kettle boiled and so I wrote about this instead...
In the slipstream of his unknowing before he found himself where he wanted to be he was full of questions that had no answers and so he had to make the answers and this is when a woman walked towards him from the distance that came flapping from out of a worry he had that he was going to be alone forever and said: “Answer me this and all the heavenly wine you can carry will by yours for the taking.”
“OK,” he said hoping that the heavenly wine was what he thought it was.
“At the feet of the dragon where you now dwell with one answer left, where if you get it wrong you will be judged for all eternity, what is it you want the most in this darkness you find yourself in?”
He wished she hadn’t asked him that one to which he still wasn’t sure what the answer was, but he gave her what he had: “To fulfil the appointment I made long ago,” he said.
“Which is?” said asked, a little snappishly for his liking so that he felt like giving her the old: ‘don’t speak to me like that’ spiel, but just in time he thought about the heavenly wine and wondered what that was.
He needed more time, but it seems that time comes with a length of rope to hang yourself with and he’d been so obliging he’d tied himself up with it, and if he was here out of fear then maybe he shouldn’t be here at all.
“To lose my fear of becoming all that I am and be happy,” he blurted out suddenly thinking that was the answer.
“Prepare to be judged,” she said and walked away to leave him to face his fear of the unknown alone.
It was a strange place he was in with no idea how he got there or even where there was and the idea of spending eternity there was not an appealing one, so he made up his mind to break out somehow and so he looked around for a chink in the prison walls that he could use to escape.
As his thoughts unravelled in the dungeon he found himself in he began to suspect that what he was thinking was not conducive to getting out of there.
Change of plan: dance and see what happens… In the dream the dancers whirled in the dust of their ghost dance, they sang the words of making and made the world anew and banished the demons back to where they came from.
Seven days later he took a rest a looked around him to see what had happened and found him-self mightily pleased with what he saw.
“Well done,” she said, appearing out of the blue again.
“Who are you?” he said looking at her and wondering what she had to do with it all.
“Does it matter?” she said grinning so much he just had to grin right back at her.
“No, not really I suppose,” he said.
“Well come on then,” she said, holding out her hand to him.
“Where are we going to?” he asked as she took his hand.
“We’re off to remake the world,” she said, “and this time I’m going to be the boss.”
“OK, but watch out for the snakes this time.”
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