Life.
I have an everyday life. When I stop blogging, when I stop searching for the Aleph, I go back and I become normal. But this is not real. This is not what I really am. I am not a pencil pusher, a phone monkey, caged in a cubicle. But it pays the bills.
I get distracted at work. It's hard to pretend to be a normal person, not when I know that this normality can be stripped away in a second, that the world is so much stranger than everyone around me. How can I sit down for lunch and discuss the weather, the latest episode of The X-Factor, or whatever personal problems seem to plague my coworkers this week? Sometimes I want to stand up and start running and never stop, not until I've found the vessel and the POE and the Aleph, not until I've found Heaven itself.
But I know. I have to pay for everything. My quest isn't free. There is no such thing as a free lunch. No lucky breaks, no fairness in life.
At least I am not haunted by Him. Not by Him or the Others. I've yet to mention the Others, have I? Well, I will. I am glad that they have not interrupted my normal life -- though sometimes I wonder what would happen if the Slender Man were to walk into my office one day. What would my coworkers do then? Scream and flail about probably.
Ah well. Back to the life.
Showing posts with label The Slender Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Slender Man. Show all posts
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
0006
The Infinite.
I've been thinking about stories lately. The structure of stories. Joseph Campbell. The Hero with a Thousand Faces. A nice contrast to the Villain without a Face, right? The Monomyth: "A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man."
I know a little about the Core Theory, the theory that bestowing titles forced the story to fit into something it was not. But this was never a story about heroes and villains, good and evil. This is a story about the infinite and the finite.
The Slender Man can appear wherever He wants. He is the Infinite. Open a door, He is there. Look out a window, He is there. It does not matter where you run, He will find you. We are the finite. We are limited to the world around us, to the ticking seconds of the present.
But what if we weren't? What if we could see everywhere all at once? We could see where He would be before He would be there. We could see Him wherever He went. We would be on equal footing.
I seek the Infinite. I seek the Aleph.
I've been thinking about stories lately. The structure of stories. Joseph Campbell. The Hero with a Thousand Faces. A nice contrast to the Villain without a Face, right? The Monomyth: "A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man."
I know a little about the Core Theory, the theory that bestowing titles forced the story to fit into something it was not. But this was never a story about heroes and villains, good and evil. This is a story about the infinite and the finite.
The Slender Man can appear wherever He wants. He is the Infinite. Open a door, He is there. Look out a window, He is there. It does not matter where you run, He will find you. We are the finite. We are limited to the world around us, to the ticking seconds of the present.
But what if we weren't? What if we could see everywhere all at once? We could see where He would be before He would be there. We could see Him wherever He went. We would be on equal footing.
I seek the Infinite. I seek the Aleph.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
0005
The Known and the Unknown.
There are so many sides to Him. So many facets. You may read in one place how He attacked in a violent rage. In another place, He is calm in his killings. His arms are tentacles, are tree branches, are many, are few. How do you reconcile so much information about Him? Are there more than one? Are the dimensions bleeding into one another, creating confusion after confusion?
Perhaps it is simply that the more we know, the more He changes. Perhaps this is part of His game, a game that amuses Him and no one else. We learn something about Him -- and He changes it. Think of the first things we knew about Him. Are they still true?
Perhaps this is some strange observer effect. The more we know, the less we know.
The only thing that is known for sure is that nothing is known.
There are so many sides to Him. So many facets. You may read in one place how He attacked in a violent rage. In another place, He is calm in his killings. His arms are tentacles, are tree branches, are many, are few. How do you reconcile so much information about Him? Are there more than one? Are the dimensions bleeding into one another, creating confusion after confusion?
Perhaps it is simply that the more we know, the more He changes. Perhaps this is part of His game, a game that amuses Him and no one else. We learn something about Him -- and He changes it. Think of the first things we knew about Him. Are they still true?
Perhaps this is some strange observer effect. The more we know, the less we know.
The only thing that is known for sure is that nothing is known.
Friday, November 11, 2011
0002
The Slender Man.
Is He the answer that I seek? Can He see all things, all places? Since we cannot see what He sees, we do not know. And what we do know about Him is contradictory, a mixture of the truth and lies, reality and illusion and hallucination.
I saw Him when I was six, but I've never seen Him before. I saw Him in others, in the scared and frightened, in the furtive looks and nervous tics. I did not know then what they meant, but I know now. My parents had seen Him. And they knew that it was time to run.
But time catches up to all of us eventually.
Is He the answer that I seek? Can He see all things, all places? Since we cannot see what He sees, we do not know. And what we do know about Him is contradictory, a mixture of the truth and lies, reality and illusion and hallucination.
I saw Him when I was six, but I've never seen Him before. I saw Him in others, in the scared and frightened, in the furtive looks and nervous tics. I did not know then what they meant, but I know now. My parents had seen Him. And they knew that it was time to run.
But time catches up to all of us eventually.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
0001
The Aleph.
A moment in time and space where one can view the entire universe, every single instant, every single moment, every single second all at once.
It exists. All that Borges wrote about exists. "Every novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality." All things exist. So it is written in the Book of Sand.
The Slender Man exists. I know this. He is fiction and yet he exists. If, then. If the Slender Man, then the Aleph.
I call myself "the Aleph" after it, because it is what I want to be. I want to view the universe inside myself. I want to reflect all things. But if not, let me simply find it. Let it be found.
Let Heaven exist, though my place be in Hell.
A moment in time and space where one can view the entire universe, every single instant, every single moment, every single second all at once.
It exists. All that Borges wrote about exists. "Every novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality." All things exist. So it is written in the Book of Sand.
The Slender Man exists. I know this. He is fiction and yet he exists. If, then. If the Slender Man, then the Aleph.
I call myself "the Aleph" after it, because it is what I want to be. I want to view the universe inside myself. I want to reflect all things. But if not, let me simply find it. Let it be found.
Let Heaven exist, though my place be in Hell.
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