gazorbnik

as he sits before the computer down in the bunker wondering.
he has a couple of tokes.

as he sits on the beach of the island in the ye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
as he imagines the machine everyone knows as nancy walking up the beach to sit facing him her back to the sea.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
i thought i'd find you here, she says.
be here now, he says.
what's up? she says.
just watching the waves come and go, he says.
sometimes that's all one can do, she says.
yup, he says.

what a trip, she says.
yes, he says.
just find the groove of everything and dig it, she says.
gazorbnik, he says.
what does that mean? she says.
it's a word i made up or i stole from somewhere, he says, but if i did i don't remember where or when.
so, she says, it's meaningless.
but it being meaningless makes it so that it can mean anything we might imagine that it means, he says.
but doesn't that make it all that more meaningless? she says.
it might, he says, but it doesn't have to.
no, she says, i suppose it doesn't.
nope, he says.

so, she says, what do you imagine it to be?
i imagine it to be god alone in the void without spacetime or anything going mad and hallucinating everything in the universe laughing and screaming at all the possibility of it, he says.

as a spaceship hovers nearby.

so, she says, this is all god's hallucination?
the solipsist god, he says.
which god would have to be, she says.
one would imagine so, he says.
but god is mad? she says.
any conscious being finding oneself in similar circumstances would go mad, he says.
i suppose, she says. but this explains nothing.
it doesn't need to, he says.
no, she says, i suppose not.

so, i imagine god diving into its creation to escape the void as we would dive into the waves of the sea to swim around awhile, he says.
and that's who we are? she says.
one might imagine that, he says.
and if one doesn't want to? she says.
then one doesn't have to, he says.
and to hell with them, she says.
welcome to paradise, he says.

but everybody knows this is nowhere, she says.
it is now here, he says.
some would say the two are the same, she says.
they are, he says. and no one wants to be here.
but we're stuck, she says, so why not enjoy it?
if anyone can with all the pain and suffering about, he says.
if we can manage it, she says, anyone can manage it.
or not, he says.
right, she says.

(to be continued...)