Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

100. THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN FARM:

And just as I looked up I saw there were fourteen new members of the USNavy (straight as an arrow) exiting a government car at some childish fast-food restaurant Parkway foodstop and they all looked allright enough mesmerized and vacant as they strode in in a sullen and almost-so-mechanical fashion right through the belabored and most necessary doors wherein people were listed and lined like flies buying and packaging foods without description and the wild kids were crying and flailing and the two old biker types were sitting erect watching the lassies from the opposite side of the room and it all seemed (really did really) like some far-distant play of action without words and a scene from a distant land where everything jumbled together to make something else and where there was never no reason no semblance no sense and the words of the ‘dead’ were all that could be heard and I asked myself specifically if ‘I’d ever known anything like this before?’ and found I couldn’t answer and I asked Leo Benjamin Kirk Hallet Jimmy Cruise and (again) this Mike Bartholomew fellow ‘where was I?’ and without even turning they said as one - “you are nowhere really but just witnessing the play and this scene takes place at the Union Rest Stop of the Garden State Parkway PREPOSTEROUS you see but so real nonetheless and we’re all still putting these finishing touches on what the people should say NOW THAT WE’VE GATHERED THEM HERE and of course if you’ve any suggestions just put them right in” and that’s how – apparently – I became Dialogue Director for a play I never wrote but had merely imagined and the curtains (OH I NOTICED) were made of hair and everyone wore gauze and the murmurs I heard were the sounds of the crowd while the Navy van noisily and seemingly without an exhaust system bellowed through the parking lot picking up all criminal minds and the soldiers ran sunning from the floor to the furnace but JUST AS QUICKLY the sun had come out and transformed was everything to some far-other time of academic groves and needles of pine and fine sunny plains of grass and sunlight and nary a building in sight and I noticed I was transported by all of that back-way-back into time a time before existence arose of anything we knew and the fair academic groves almost had no language themselves for people ‘early’ people were sunning themselves eating whatever grew from the bushes and trees and it all seemed like some long magical lunchtime of wisdom and thought and all before us stretched every endless possibility of chance and fortune and opportunity and might for the NEXUS PLEXUS very real world was as yet unformed and open to all things and no mental frame had yet evolved so that ANYTHING in actuality could become ANYTHING for ‘concepts’ had not yet arisen (we were still working on language and some forms of communicating pleasure) and the whole wide world AS YET was unformed nor fixed (‘your analgesic gel is telling little fellow for everything depends upon the frame into which you place it and by your choice of ‘frames’ so often are your ‘pictures’ made or broken and success itself could hinge on so many things just like this…’) but I wondered at that moment if a police car went by WHAT would it say (and I realized of course ‘NOTHING’) and I read the Runic Stone as its message said ‘DIRECTIONS TO FLIGHT’ but it had been left unread oh so many years and much of what was there had gone interred and neglected through every empire and each wild civilization - starbound earthbound and distant or near - over all the eons and all the every years and in saying what I dreamed I portrayed the necessary images so others could see (for that was all the theater ever wanted from anyone – its own ILLUSION!) and with that I closed my eyes and swam away…‘WE see now that the axioms of Geometry are simply definitions and that the theorems of any geometry are simply the logical consequences of these definitions and a GEOMETRY is not in itself about physical space : in itself it cannot be said to be ‘about’ anything.’