FALL through the Mirror

I once met a man whose name was, “The Liberating Silence at The Heart of Things.”  At least I think that was his name…for to tell you the truth, he never would speak to me.

There was once a group of people who lived in the woods near a certain village, and all of the town folk came to believe that the forest dwellers were involved in some type of unusual, directed activity.  And the town’s people always fretted over the fact that the activity had no name, and they pestered the elder member of the woods-group until he promised to give his enterprise a proper name.  And sure enough, a large sign was hung over the main path into the woods; the activity has its name.  And the sign read, “Jump In The Ditch And Bang On The Floor.”  You know, you don’t hear much about that group anymore.

I once met a man whose name was Uddlemyer Rumpwart, and he looked so unhappy, I asked him why he didn’t change his name and he said, “Why don’t you go to hell.”  And you know, it all fits, and makes a lot of sense; it all, by god, makes a lot of sense.

There was once a group which reputedly had strange, secret rites.  They periodically presented public programs that contained certain visible rituals, but even the public was not allowed to participate.  The head of the group told me that he couldn’t allow the unprepared to engage in the rites, least they fall through the other side of the mirror.

J.