Thursday, September 4, 2014
Until The Abyss Winks Back
As I take a momentary break from parsing my 3245 AD edition of the Necronomicon it occurs to me that a great many things have changed since I started this blog.
Back then, it was April 1st 2008.
Aspects of the world now gone forever evidenced themselves like flashers practising before the mirror, while monstrosities and angelcast now aswirl in the world right down to the molecules of our blood cells lacked even the minimal existence of whimsy, fancy — or fear.
No one can fly backwards in time (nor should they) (and nor should they presume to own the future, the wankers) (No! No! No! I will not clamber down from my current Hobby Horse du Jour!), but if I were permitted a moment or two to re-review the evidence, I have to admit that I still agree with the sentiment racking the limbs of that very first post like a life-or-death battle between the on/off switches of rickets and exuberance.
I have no claim over either the easy life or the difficult one. Like most people, I am blessed equally by riches, challenges, curses — and all the rest.
Any post I could write here about being successful in any way would have to be edited to dis-include (even as inspiration) all those moments when I could quite easily have thrown myself off a cliff. The Midlands may not offer an especially good sea view, but on the cliff issue, it wins hands down.
Dittoesquely, any post I could write here about being a miserable wasted wretch would have to be edited to dis-include (even as desperation) all those moments when I could quite easily have thrown myself at the moment like a Now Zealot. The Midlands may not offer an especially good array of extremes, but in that respect it wins hands down on effortless ordinariness.
Like Whitman said, we contain multitudes. Problem/solution is, we never contain them all at the same time.
So that’s why this blog is called ABYSSWINKSBACK.
We all want the good life, but we have to do battle with monsters from time to time.
That’s a difficult one for everyone, irrespective of the nature of the monsters.
The only certainty is that at some time or another we will all confront the hostility of a monster’s dark and unforgivingly narrowed iris of the Abyss.
Gaze here in fear and you are lost; gaze here in hope and you are dumber than an April fool.
Blink, and — well, you know how it is with Weeping Angels and all.
Glad I winked in 2008.