The children from the nursery next door are singing again.
It disturbs the man’s thoughts, the singing, as it comes in
through the open window,
The man thinks deep thoughts,
Important thoughts,
He thinks about God,
He thinks about existence,
He thinks about the universe,
It’s a terrible universe, he thinks,
Godless and meaningless,
Where is God? he wonders,
Why does he not announce Himself to me?
Where is Gabriel’s trumpet now?
Where is the heavenly choir of angels now?
Pointless existence,
Meaningless in a pointless, terrible universe,
And now this, his thoughts interrupted by children singing.
He closes the window.
He can hear himself thinking again.
Relieved, he resumes his deep thoughts.
A perfect expression of a man looking for God to reveal Himself in the most profound ways, looking for a miracle, looking for proof, he thinks himself so very clever only he doesn’t realise that the most ordinary way is the only way. Sad.
I don’t like it. The stingy old bastard having “deep thoughts” at the expense of the children’s joy is criminal. There are no deeps thoughts so profound that they take presidence over the joy and laughter of children. The bastard had to grow up and become intelligent and now he is jealous of the children because they are pure, innocent, and perfect.
I am Peter Pan and I know of a place where we never grow old. Don’t grow young too late, Jerry, you will regret it.
I don’t think it was obvious. In fact, it concealed a strong irony, the search for God was missed entirely: it is the children playing and their happiness that is the answer.
This is an extension of Jerry Images of God thread that featured semi-attractive Aryan children at play.
All of this seems to indicate that Jerry feels a bit overwhelmed at times with life’s complexity and longs for the carefree state of childhood (middle to upper middle-class, of course).
Well, that’s not such a terrible desire, but an unattainable one to be sure. Remember, Jesus instructed us to strive for a child-like mind, and I think Jerry’s well along his way.
Translating:
The children from the nursery are bringing the Wordvirus into their hearts.
it disturbs the Word-man’s thoughts,the singing whispers in his ear.
through the Cubic window.
The man thinks cubic thoughts.
He thinks about the Word-God.
He thinks about his Creation Cube principle.
Hee thinks about humanities self-destruction.
“it’s a wonderful universe” he thinks.
“corrupt with word animals” he thinks.
why a Word-God? he wonders
why does he disprrove himself for me?
where is nature’s Harmonic trumpets,now?
where is the heavenly choir of Cubes,now?
zero valued existence.
by opposites it has no value.
and now this,his thoughts corrupt by young voices.
He breaks the window,and sings with them.
he can hear them grow every day into a new corner of the self-cube.
happy,he resums thinking cubic and singing with a wordvirus.