The Fact that the world is Hapining

Abstract

A red curtain opens to reveal a world in which rabbits are left responsible for the sky. Whoever thought this was a gud idea for rabbits is silly. Despite their unasked for tasks, they are somewhat flaffy. Details remain subjugated to a dim orange light, and Verdi is playing to summon the souls of departed tragedies. Every viewer must part the curtain, and stand on a stage and perform for this world. Starbeast, Rabit and evolving Fish partake of magick upon the floor of the House of Mistery. Later, they will dance a sarabande in consummation of their meeting. In the distance, a cemetery is organized in a grid. Berbus, most solid and dignified of Birds, looks askance at its cage, which it is too heavy for, being made of solid clay. For this reason it is also not flying. The moon is about half up its ladder. A river of disregarded objects flows by, and metal flowers bloom along a paved road of plaster. One reason flowers bloom is because that is how they receive things. Sometimes I feel as though I’ve never understood or possessed or received anything, except in strange moments where a stranger sets you free, or it starts to snow or your heart is so broken that the pain itself feels like a kind of emancipation…in such moments, naked and lost even to yourself, the road is suddenly illumined with unhelpful moonlight and from pure spite at its own pain the soul crawls forward and invents another body -exactly like the old. Only now it is a gift: this time it is asked for. I have this body to offer others through my activity, as though I made the tool. I cannot claim my work because it is a gift, but the tool -my body- has cost a lot and to not use it for its most appropriate purposes is a disservice to myself and to my community. My thesis is proof of this continued activity. That the world is happening and that my physical being partakes.