A Blurb

Well, no, it's not related to the Organ or to the choir...but it's my Blurb and I can do what I like with it!

“Tell me, Monsieur,” said Rose angrily, “Do you ever think?”

“What?” Said Daimhin, looking up, “Think? No; it half-maddens me and is altogether quite an unpleasant experience. I prefer to just go along without doing that problematic thing called thinking.”
Rose snorted into her glass of water, “So you go looking to the end of the world for something interesting to do so that you don’t have to think?”

“No; the end of the world is far more interesting than the beginning is. Everyone is still stuck at the beginning, but the end is far more colorful. Shades of purple on the grass, the sky being a colorful red, and the water turns silver.”

“In other words, it breaks the monotony of normality?”

“Normality doesn’t exist, I’ve noticed. One person’s idea of normal contradicts directly with someone else’s idea of normal, just like one person is unique—like everybody else—and before long things are so absurdly tangled that nothing is normal and nothing is unique and it’s all crazy, stirred together like some kind of insanity stew. I don’t know, I think insanity stew would be an odd yellow color, and I’ve never eaten yellow stew. Have you? I don’t think you would eat it, should it be presented to you…”

Rose stared at him, believing wholeheartedly he had, in fact, run into some of that insanity stew long ago.

“At any rate, there’s nothing more interesting at the beginning of the world.” he finished.

Rose coughed, “Well, then you intend to resume wandering about the forgotten places of the world?”

“What else is there to do? Unforgotten places are well-populated and loud and bothersome; forgotten places, if they are forgotten enough, are just the same as undiscovered places—new and wild and exciting.”

“But they can’t be. Forgotten places once were not forgotten.”

“Well, they are now; for all intents and purposes, therefore, they are somewhere new. And if the whole of Europe doesn’t find out about them, then they will remain so, and thus uncluttered.”

“What if Europe needs these uncluttered places?”

“Well, they can live without it! Because they will be mine. The first land will be Daimhin One, and the second Daimhin Two, ad infinitum… What do you think?”

“I think maybe you ought to name one of them Rose.” Said Rose in a perfectly normal voice.

“Oh! Maybe. It depends on whether I can find one to name Rose or not.”

“Why don’t you take Daimhin One and name it Rose?”

“Well, then Daimhin Two wouldn’t make much sense, now would it?”

“Well, it does make much sense, because there is a Daimhin one—you!”

“I’m not a location.” Exclaimed Daimhin.

“Oh. Well, then do it in even-numbered islands—Daimhin Two, Daimhin Four, Daimhin Six, Daimhin Eight…”

“I don’t like even numbers, though.” Declared Daimhin thoughtfully, “For they never end.”

“Do Odd numbers end?”

“I can’t say.”

copyright Midnight 2008