You're about to leave for work.
Suddenly, your butt itches, sparking
off a memory of a high school dance
and how people laughed at your awesome
sparkly purple heels which, in turn, makes
you decide to change your shoes.
You arrive at the corner coffee shop
6 minutes later than usual.
All the regulars are there, but there
is a new person in line. She is entrancing.
You see her and you Know her.
She is one of your Soulmates.
She just happened to drop in this
coffee shop because her car has
broken down on her way to work.
You do like a match
and strike up a conversation.
You fall in love with each other.
"For want of a horse...."
Thanks to the itch of the buttocks...
Is basically my idea of how me
and The Universe are Hot Buds.
Shit like this has happened to me,
and to you, all our lives. Of course.
If I had not, for example, haphazardly
slept with a distant acquaintance
for no reason known to myself,
I would not have walked into
his living room the next morning
to find one of my Soulmates
sitting on his couch...and I would
not have moved to Chicago...and
I would not have had the soul-freezing
heartache that pushed me into
being a writer...and I would not
have ended up in France...and I would
not have met my Beloved...and...and...and...
Just imagine: My Life Without My Cat!!!!!
And all because of an uncalled for Booty Call!!!
So it was no surprise to me
when I discovered that Bernard Werber's book:
The Encyclopedia of Relative and Absolute Knowledge
Ok. I lie.
I was surprised.
Beloved and I ate dinner at The Neighbor's
(who was testing out his new restaurant recipes
on us again) and the book was right on his kitchen
table. The Neighbor is not a great reader, so
this is not a usual happening.
The book is a whimsical, insightful and fascinating
exploration of a number of topics ranging from
"What do dolphins dream about" to "How to tell
if an egg is hard-boiled or raw."
It led to a multi-facted conversation which
ended with a discussion of what it means that
The Neighbor and I don't like it when people
see us poop...but Beloved, who is much more
uptight than the two of us, is just fine with it.
(Pooping: most vulnerable of everyday human
moments: us at our most animal and uncontrolled:
etc, etc, etc---GOOD TIMES!!!)
I woke up this morning and searched the internet
for the English translation. I mean, Werber wrote
"The Ants" which is a pretty famous book. And
while the Encylopedia is well read in Russia,
the English population has yet to get its paws
So I am writing to Werber to tell him that
it is a I who am destined to write
the translation of his book.
Here is the first excerpt:
The blowing out of candles on the occasion
of each birthday is one of the most revealing
rituals of human kind.
It is through this ritual that man recalls
that he can create fire, and then extinguish
it with his breath.
This control of fire is one of the rites of passages
that bestows upon a baby the state of responsibility.
That the very elderly no longer possess the breath
necessary to snuff out the candles, however,
illustrates their social exclusion from the
physically active human world.
This is how it works.
You keep your eyes open.
You jump on that shit.
I hope you all have many moments of "enjoyment" today.