Mar 2016
A man buys a ticket for a show.
The Ticketman says to him,
"I know when the show must start,
and when it must end
and what the audience will wear
and be seen wearing,
but these thing I will not reveal to you."
"How then, will I know when to go?"
"You must be ready always."
So alone he waited for the show to begin,
the costly play upon the narrow stage.
But alas,
his patience had run thin.
He argued with himself,
why did the ticketman deny him knowledge?
making his mind think and his patience thin?
"Mr. Ticketman, may I ask you a question?"
"You already have."
"Why do you deny me the knowledge
of when the show must start
and why do you keep from me
the number of people that will go?"
"...If you were to know these things,
then all would soon know it,
and the show would be crowded
and be full of unwantings."
"Yes, but if only I was told,
I would not tell another,
so long as I lived,
for I would like to know
when I must come, so I can be free
and do what I want before the starting."
"And what is it that makes you so
special from the rest?"
"I have a wish, and I have a feeling.
I want in a deep way, in a very deep way,
to know these things and every day
I thirst and yearn for this simple knowledge."
"All do, you as the rest."
"BUT PLEASE! I HAVE WEPT! Do you not see me weep?"
"As have all."
"I Prithee!!! I am shaking, I shake. I have ululated
in the night and screeched with the force of a
thousand lions."
"As have all."
"Oh! I beg of you! I cannot handle this! I cannot handle it!"
"Nor can any."
"Oh, have mercy! I have a love for freedom, oh I have such a burning desire for freedom. I have cut and cauterized myself and died a million times over! I have called for executioners, I wish to die biting there gut butts! EXECUTE ME!! I have melted in the alleys of the night and I have burned like a star when thinking about, no! Becoming, the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I have seen all things sacred and worthless. I know God. Oh yeah, I know him well. I know his name. I know what you are and who you are! I know you!! You fiend! You self-righteous fiend!!!! TELL ME OR I'LL ******* OFF MYSELF!!!! YOU BEAST!!! YOU ******* BEAST!!!!!!"
"Likely story."
The Ticketman says to him,
"I know when the show must start,
and when it must end
and what the audience will wear
and be seen wearing,
but these thing I will not reveal to you."
"How then, will I know when to go?"
"You must be ready always."
So alone he waited for the show to begin,
the costly play upon the narrow stage.
But alas,
his patience had run thin.
He argued with himself,
why did the ticketman deny him knowledge?
making his mind think and his patience thin?
"Mr. Ticketman, may I ask you a question?"
"You already have."
"Why do you deny me the knowledge
of when the show must start
and why do you keep from me
the number of people that will go?"
"...If you were to know these things,
then all would soon know it,
and the show would be crowded
and be full of unwantings."
"Yes, but if only I was told,
I would not tell another,
so long as I lived,
for I would like to know
when I must come, so I can be free
and do what I want before the starting."
"And what is it that makes you so
special from the rest?"
"I have a wish, and I have a feeling.
I want in a deep way, in a very deep way,
to know these things and every day
I thirst and yearn for this simple knowledge."
"All do, you as the rest."
"BUT PLEASE! I HAVE WEPT! Do you not see me weep?"
"As have all."
"I Prithee!!! I am shaking, I shake. I have ululated
in the night and screeched with the force of a
thousand lions."
"As have all."
"Oh! I beg of you! I cannot handle this! I cannot handle it!"
"Nor can any."
"Oh, have mercy! I have a love for freedom, oh I have such a burning desire for freedom. I have cut and cauterized myself and died a million times over! I have called for executioners, I wish to die biting there gut butts! EXECUTE ME!! I have melted in the alleys of the night and I have burned like a star when thinking about, no! Becoming, the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I have seen all things sacred and worthless. I know God. Oh yeah, I know him well. I know his name. I know what you are and who you are! I know you!! You fiend! You self-righteous fiend!!!! TELL ME OR I'LL ******* OFF MYSELF!!!! YOU BEAST!!! YOU ******* BEAST!!!!!!"
"Likely story."
