changes

Nestor

"Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldham's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind."


God (on therapy couch reclined): I was lonely. Alone and all in the vast void. Truthfully alone. Only me. I longed for something more.
Freud (gazing upward through bifocals): Tell me about this, this feeling of yours. How can you long for something that never existed to begin with?
God: Well, and stop me if you've heard this one before, but there I was, juggling the cosmic matter, when a feeling hit me: I'm lonely, I want to make a world!
Freud (echo): I'm only, I want to make a whole.
Adam (alive not five nanoseconds): I'm horny! Won't you make a girl?










"On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins."