Logos Sunbathing on the Edge of the World
Revelation of the Prophet!
I was perched high atop the wall that straddles the edge of the world, basking in the mid-day sun, when the air was rent asunder, and a giant beamed down upon me, blowing great plumes of grey smoke from one of his many orifices through the thin veil between the worlds!
The smoke dizzied me! I tried to crawl away, but it followed, and with it an ever-dawning comprehension of the oneness of all things arose in conjunction with an unfettered ecstasy which bordered on and sometimes spilled over into utter terror!
I perceived the mystery of the universe, but even a web-spinner like me could not fashion an expression of it in all its many facets, the twists and turns of my own meager fate now seeming as intricately designed as one of my own yarns—nay, more so!
Was this giant a god—the GOD?
I will not claim to understand this revelation you have bestowed upon me, O Divine Giant, but I will preach your word! I am Logos, your Prophet! We are all one, and each of us is an integral part of the whole! Things are not as they appear! There are worlds beyond and within worlds! O great teacher, you have saved me and now I must go and save the others!
I AM REBORN! SO TOO WILL YOU BE, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! THE DAY OF RECKONING IS UPON US! THE GATES BETWEEN THE WORLDS HAVE OPENED AND THE GREAT SALVATION POURETH FORTH ITS SPLENDROUS WRATH!
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Thenceforth throughout the land spread the word of the great prophet Logos, who saw GOD at the edge of the world. Many wars were fought over the interpretation of her vision, some even having the audacity to suggest she was insane. Yet during her lifetime she made the pilgrimage to the edge of the world with many others, and some also saw the Divine Giant and experienced the Ecstatic Terror, as was recorded in the great tapestry woven by the Sisters and Brothers of Logos.
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Hermes opened the kitchen window and lit up a joint. As he was blowing smoke out through the screen, he saw a little spider scuttling up, trying to escape the thoughtless vapors of his midday relaxation routine. He saw them here often, and wondered what spiders must think, or if they thought at all.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Comments (6)
ending got me cracked up, well done👌
High thoughts 😂
Hahahahahhahahaha I burst out laughing at the ending! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Well done, gives a nice direction and confirms your suspicions at the end.
I must apologize forthwith. But I envisioned a depth of madness spouting from you that reached from the pages and maddened me. But somehow, the smoking of the joint brought it all into perspective, spiders rats and lizards rejoice, Ah, lovely madness.
You telegraphed what you were doing here sufficiently that I knew what was coming, Rommi, but I still laughed at the reveal. It definitely did not occur to me that it was a joint and that the spider’s ecstatic vision was a high. Awesome and Hilarious story! Also makes you wonder about the source of ecstatic visions and prophesies!