A Stillness and a Stillness
| Well first of all there is the Atman, which is
there—a sort of divine/semi-divine thing, incorruptible; the corruptible down-river there/not there where Ulysses hides. Ulysses, counterpart to the real. He stands at the river and prepares to swim. And the river, it is prepared to become steam. Because, all around (them) the crowd is yelling, Fusion. And they are saying, Play here. Or they are saying, Leave us. But the Atman, he isn’t decided by what they say. He is decided by what he thinks. He is, right now, thinking of someone he is willing to die for. And he isn’t that person. He is thinking that you probably aren’t either. And neither is Ulysses, that scoundrel. |
But now it is your turn. Standing tiny, with
your remote control extended, wax-on wax- off, if you can break X number of boards with your bare hands or open a beer-bottle with your teeth, you win a car. Now the interview can begin. The interview steers clear of your qualifications—what your vitae taught you, or how you learned to be a good, productive person. Instead, they will want to know only when did you swallow the nicotine? Or how old was the girl? And what did you say that you did with her? All these things were never so hot to you. Because this is everything that you went for. This is what you must lie down with, you must be absolutely sure. And absolutely quiet. |