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September 10, 2005
How Fortunate
He sat on top of all he had accumulated and looked around at the world stretched out below him. A tear fell from one eye and splashed onto his shiny new shoe, which he quickly kicked and wiped dry, making sure to get that shine back to its perfect state. Leaning back into the plush leather, already forcefully forgetting the cause of the tear, he sipped from his endless glass of morning dew he had stolen from the forest that no longer existed. Another drop landed on his other shoe. Startled and confused, he reached for his polishing towel. A drop got him on the back of the neck. Reaching back and looking up, he searched for the source. These weren’t tears he knew, not from his eyes at least, so where had they come from? As his eyes moved upwards from the bright sunny blue of the horizon to the skies directly above him, his heart dropped. The higher he looked, the darker the clouds became. At the very top was a darkness so dark he had to avert his gaze. More and more of the droplets now, bigger, harder, and faster. His hair was dripping the rain into his eyes, his mouth (it tasted sweet), onto his suit which was already soaked, and onto his leather chair he liked to sit in so much. It ran down his socks and into the soles of his shoes.
He began to fall. In spirit and in his physical world, he was falling. The chair tipped as the mountain of things he had acquired began to collapse under its own weight, compounded by the mysterious rain. The cloudly precipitation seemed to concentrate directly over his head like you see in the comics when a rain cloud follows one frowning character around and the others remain dry and happy. Well, our character here no longer could smile. He was in a panic as the world he had so much control over melted away just as his soul had the day he gave it up for his mountain of things. What would he do? Where would he sit? Down and down he fell, sliding and bouncing off this and that. He saw suitcases, treasure chests, and expensive lamps, all melting under the cleansing power of the raincloud. His fall began to slow, and as the mountain of things turned into a river of melting, he was caught up in its current. Sputtering and gasping for air, he floated along like this for a number of hours. He was about to give up when the current picked up suddenly and the river seemed to disappear somewhere downstream and a violent roar came from below. This was the end, he thought, but as the water carried him over the edge, a sign bobbing slowly in the water off to his left caught his eye. All he could think of as he plunged down the waterfall into the unknown were the words the sign simply stated:
How fortunate the man with none.
Posted by Tom Bodhi at September 10, 2005 05:50 PM
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Bodhi fucking Reeves! Boy do I have a story to tell about how i even found you. Oh by the way this is Hailey Hilliard, I hope you remember me as much as I remember you. Anyway, ironically i was watching a special on tv about 12 year old. It was a documentry on hoe rediculouse middle school kids can get about popularity wars and such and it got me thinking about our waldorf class and how much i felt like i hated everyone when i left. But now when i think back I know we were all just really misunderstood and alone and have all changed dramatically and it hurts me that I don't know what become of most of our class. So I got it in my head to type random names into google and see what came up and ironically i thought of you. It was obviously a streak of brilliance since you seem to have such an extensive website! I can't believe how cool you are haha and I am not saying that to suck up but more beacuse i guess i am proud of the fact that we really did grow up to be awsome poeple. Anyway, hit me back I would love to hear what is up with you. Peace
Posted by: Hailey Hilliard at September 12, 2005 10:10 PM
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