A day in the life

You ever read any Lovecraft?

Who?

Lovecraft.

Never heard of him. What'd he write?

Horror stories.

Never been into horror stories.

Shame. He created an entire alternate universe filled with elder gods. Mostly set in New England, which I always found odd because I never found New England to be a dark and scary place. But he did.

Never been there.

Old country, old stones scraped down to bare bones by glaciers during the ice ages. Ocean, lakes, rivers, trees, and granite. Old country.

Seen pictures.

I spent summers there growing up. Mostly I remember sunlight on water, and invisible air.

Invisible air?

Yeah, air that you can't see...

No smog.

No smog... except for the mill towns.

Mill towns?

Pulp mills, paper mills. Cut down the forest and convert it into toilet paper. White paper. bleached it with sulphur dioxide. What a stink. Eat the paint right off  your car.

Didn't folks complain?

"Son, that's the smell of money."

Ah....

This place makes me think of Lovecraft's New England, it's always night and cold, wonder if he'd been here sometime. Wandering around. Getting ideas for stories. 'Cept his dark places were full of things, living things, more or less, and this place is empty.

Except for us.

Yeah, except for us.

Angel of Incidence

Gravity is an acceleration, 
we are continually falling
it's just that the earth gets in the way
and the Pauli Exclusion principle (among other things)
guarantees that the electrons which make up our outer shell
don't fall through the electrons which make up the surfaces
as it were
which keep us from falling 
towards the center of the earths mass
at which point 
we will have achieved 
the lowest possible energy state
in the local gravity well.
Strong Equivalency Principle

Since photons have mass
while in motion
Photons can also
fall
light can fall
into darkness

Are angels corporeal
or incorporeal?
If incorporeal
then an infinite number can dance
on the head of a pin
and they be not subject
to tawdry effects
like gravity.
if incorporeal
how could an angel
fall?

if you could grab spacetime
in your hands 
and squeeze it
bend it
curve it
you would create a gravity well
without needing mass
to do the job for you
though you will have to expend energy
(lots of it)
to do this
which is the same thing.

most of the universe 
seems to consist of dark energy
which has negative pressure
though it is possible that
what appears to be dark energy
is merely a failure of explanation
in the mental constructs
of science

Euthryphro 
and the failure of the idea 
of an objective morality.
Is it good because it is good?
(Tautology, which nature seems not to mind,
though logicians do. Mind, that is.)
therefore god is subservient
to an external ideal,
(which, pre-existing god, 
makes god unnecessary as a lawgiver, 
as the good can be discovered 
without reference to god)
or is it good because god says it is,
in which case there is no objective 
morality, merely gods whim, 
and there is, in fact, no good, 
nor bad, for that matter.
Whatever the deity wills is good.
yhwh being fond of rape and murder
(this being clearly shown in the text)
rape and murder is good.
This is divine command,
unquestioning obedience 
is the highest virtue.

Could someone take the stuff of thought
in their hands
and bend it 
squeeze it
compress it
to shape a morality
to any form one desired?

Gravity is an acceleration
perhaps evil is an acceleration
a drive
a force as real as gravity
but the question becomes 
is evil an acceleration 
away from the good
and is there a moral
Pauli Exclusion Principle
that prevents certain souls
from falling through the gaps 
between, 
or is the good 
an acceleration
away from the evil

Which is the lowest energy state
good
or
evil

Lord let us vector,
and see if the angel of incidence
equals
the angel of reflection.

card catalog

What are we looking for?

Good question, don't have an answer.

Well that's helpful.

Yes indeed. 

I suppose it's like pornography, can't be defined, but you'll know it when you see it?

laughter

I'm here because I wasn't afraid of death and you're here because?

I think, because I can see him... it... the thing, whatever it is.

I thought I saw it...

You saw a manifestation, a shadow form, something it stole from your mind, something it thought would terrify you. It feeds on fear... Literally.

Priest, christ, cross, yeah, I can see how that might have happened. Looks like it was mistaken. 

Yup. Looks that way.

the sound of footfalls on The Street of Books.

Here we are, surrounded by The Library of Babel, and no card catalogue... Not that it would be any help... Never can find a good reference librarian when you need one.

footfalls, and the dry susurration of the cold undying wind through the leafless branches of the trees.

It steals their eyes.

What?

It takes their eyes. It kills and takes their eyes.

So... if I'd... reacted... properly... I'd have ended up dead with no eyes.

Pretty much. The White Cat would have led me to you.

Huh. Instead she led me to you. 

You saw her?

I saw something. (laughter) a tunnel, a bright light, a fuckin white cat, who the hell knows. Go into the light! go into the light! So I go into the fuckin light and where the hell do I end up? In a church in the fuckin dark with a crazy man, who says I'm not dead and don't mind him, he's just on the tail of some sort of fuckin eye eating demon planning the end of the world. Shit... I need to sit down for a minute.

Fuck. This is crazy. I've lost it, after all these years I finally lost it. I'm probably in Bellvue tranked up to the eyeballs and chained to the fuckin bed.

The man who is still standing walks over and sits next to the priest

No such luck.

What?

You're not crazy, or locked up, or drugged.

Like I should take your word for it,  you're probably just a fuckin hallucination.

Could be. 

the priest reaches over and pokes him.

Yeah, but you seem solid enough... Shit.

For a priest you sure swear a lot.

I was a soldier before I joined gods army. 

Time passing

Maybe that's why you're here.

Sonnet 15

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

The Ark shall be the ark which bears one burden
within the temples temple but a shell
before the tomb tight sealed there is a curtain
which separates your heaven from my hell,
wherein your god, my demon, but your master,
who speaks to you at night within your dreams,
Josiah, you sail headlong to disaster
upon the flood of hate which from him streams.
The fountains of the deep he never opened
the rivers never ran as red as blood
Moses was his jailer not his spokesman
the lord of flies is but the lord of mud.
Upon the word of god you take your stand
who casts his foul shadow on the land.