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The Cost of Wonder

In the stories I read and the stories I write, the world is a place steeped in magic and there are things beyond the ken of the average human being. The world is beyond the explanation of science and reason and what is seen is only the skin of the universe and beneath that is the space between worlds.

I populate that space with monsters and I’m not the only one. Horror writers, fantasy writers, the writers who wrote our first stories filled that abyss with creatures that would drive a body insane. It would break someone’s mind to see the things that the outer reaches of reality would contain.

Let’s assume that was true. Let’s assume that the world we live in and breathe in and take in is deeper than comprehension. Let’s assume that there are wonders that you cannot imagine. It’s beyond your physiology to imagine. There are wonders….

Assume the potential cost is your sanity. Assume that searching for these dark and wonderful and awful places could cost you your peace of mind and your ability for a good night’s sleep. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s likely. You will see a non-Euclidean geometry that will bend your mind’s rational thought unto the breaking point.

Imagine it anyway. Try to imagine it. Fill your mind’s eye with sights unseen and unheard and unthought.

Now, the question is, would you pay the cost? Would you risk it all to know that the world is less than solid? Would you risk everything for a glimpse of wonder?

-D-

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Insanity on a Scrap of Paper

Yesterday, someone handed me their insanity on a scrap of paper.

It was a scrawl of words, tightly packed and obeying no lines. They struggled to stay coherent in narrow confines, but they would not be denied by space or rationality. Words were packed on top of other words, crammed up together in borderline illegibility.  And they all clamored for the reader’s attention.

They had a thousand voices, a thousand theories, each wanting to yell out with alarming certainty that THEY knew who killed Kennedy. THEY knew what the One World Government was up to. THEY knew what those men in power talked about late in night. They knew about the radium in the water supply, the contrails in the sky, the devil’s pact between the president and al-Qaeda.

The words jostled with one another; website links, passionate entreaties, rambling greetings and needless repetitions. They bounced and collided and demanded to be heard with an equal mixture of intense sincerity and desperate loneliness.

The saddest thing about that insanity on a scrap of paper was that it was given to a complete stranger. That the words needed to be heard by someone, so he settled on anyone.

Dylan Charles

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