Story with No title. Day 7
Remember yesterday? (I am not being rhetorical.) You know, the part about my not remembering what I was going to say? Well it was this. When ‘Mr.’ Beetle saw what he had done to himself, to his wife, to his family, he begged for the mercy of the good ‘Mrs.’ and, yes, my friends, she took him back, back into her heart, into her life. He had survived and was saved, praise the lord.
Speaking of which, who is this lord person? I just don’t get it. In one book he is a jew and in another, some sort of Shiite. What’s up with that? I checked this out in Merriam-Webster and you pretty much have to be a guy to get anointed ‘lord’, even if it’s lord of the bathroom. Plus it makes a huge difference if it is capitalized. Like somehow that makes it more important; more Important; IMPORTANT. Okay, so maybe it does make a difference. But who is this Indra person? It all gets pretty confusing. I did find this although only in the English version (I hope that’s okay):
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He, who slew the Dragon, freed the Seven Rivers, and drove the kine forth from the cave of Vala, begat the fire between both stones, the spoiler in warrior’s battle,
He, O men, is Indra.
Even the Heaven and the Earth bow down before him, his very breath the mountains tremble. Known as the Soma-drinker, armed with thunder, the wielder of the bolt,
He, O men, is Indra.
(Rig-Veda 2.12.3 & 2.12.13)
I had to look up Soma, especially since there is a medicine by the same name. This is interesting. Nobody knows the original plant but there are a number of candidates, all pulled from the ancient descriptions and from the region in which it grew. This is especially exciting as the soma drink is described as entheogenic and also an energizer. Obviously good for studying god and for going to battle – two concepts that are closely aligned, by my studies. So what could be better? I have ordered one of the contenders, psilocybe cubensis and cow dung, to start my own experiments. I’ll get back to you on that.
But that is not the point. Stay on track, people. Geez.
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It’s the website. What I’m thinking is that I will start publishing some photos, you know, of squashed bugs and all. Kind of give people a glimpse of the life we lead here on the floor, and the daily perils. Why, one time I was swatted so hard I pooped my pants. Pretty embarrassing. But did I stop? No! I kept right on running, running through the maze of feet, running from the light spilling noisily from the bar onto the littered pathway, running to the cold and dark corners of our unseen civilization, to where the quiet outcasts live in the squalor of their own dreams, moaning with no purpose other than to join the chorus of those lost in the earth. Yes my pilgrims, it is time the story be told. Do not hold tongue to spare the false indifference of those around you. Arise and take action! Arise! Arise!
Oops… I think I got a little off track here. I will get back to you in a bit. I need a drink.
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