of the fragility of the world,
he retreated into his shell
in order to reacquaint himself
with his own.
.
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messiahs,
if messiahs there were,
grew slowly,
had to be tended with care.
although he suspected
that any fruit they might bear
was already to be found,
full and ripe, in the hole
into which the seed
had fallen.
.
.
133
one day, passing the shelves in his garage, he thought that it might be
worth an attempt to store the sun in some jars. over the following
weeks he carefully bottled what he felt would be a sufficient amount in
case of emergency. but after the winter had passed, he looked at the
glowing collection and thought it all seemed so selfish; so he took off
all the lids and waited for the clouds.
131
over the years he had come to prefer the existence of a hermit--
it was so much easier to renounce his solitude when he was alone.
.
130
there was a lot of talk about victory, but he wasn't sure he saw anything
that needed defeating.
besides, on the few occasions that he did decide to join in, by the time
he put on his armor and chose the appropriate weapon the battle was
already over anyway.
.
129
messengers came, in all shapes and sizes,
telling him things of greater or lesser import.
yet, no matter the message they carried,
he always received them and gave them his full attention,
so that each and every one might depart unburdened.
.
127
someone mentioned that they were putting on some music in order to
drown out the music playing in their head. as this sounded like a
plausible methodology, he decided to try a similar strategy in
regards to stupidity.
after several attempts he deemed the experiment a success, but he
came out looking the fool just the same.
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126
he found it preferable
to keep the eyes open
on the off chance that he might
catch a glimpse of the breathless
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