madchandler

“Ah see you have wakened. Good… oh you haven’t truly accepted. It takes a bit of faith. No you’re not going mad… well you’re not mad as any other CC that governs ‘Aspects’.

Jonny looked at the couch pillow neatly propped up in the corner with a baseball pressed deep into its wrinkled folds like face matted catcher mitt freshly smacked with a pitcher’s fastball.

• 
  Isn’t she Frank?

FRANK:
(Enraged and terrified.)
What have you done!

ESTER:
Yes nothing. Sometimes that is the greatest of crimes, and perhaps the most vicious. To do nothing. To just be, to accept blindly the nature of one’s being, one’s own existence.

Understanding that no act, no matter how small is insignificant, it is a pebble that comes to ripple across the universal waters, ever-echoing well beyond its age.

Time has a way of forgetting, but man, in his nature of being will not allow such things to be forgotten… thus they do not allow us to forget.

The Human Machine, this perpetual consciousness that exponentially explodes with possibilities, pounds away at time, ever persistent and ever relentless, it marches on like a good soldier.