On The Prayer of the Merry Fool

09/25/2006 7:23 AM – 7:50 AM

And so we say, “God save us from the meaningful and well-intentioned.” Sometimes though, one is overcome by the obviousness of the whole and makes an earnest statement. This, of course, lets the devil out.

God save us from the caring ministrations of righteous men. All evil is done by righteous men. All righteous men wish to conserve something. To act to conserve is to play into the devils hands. Go therefore. Eat your bread with joy and drink your wine with a merry heart. God has already accepted your works. The end is seen from the beginning and the beginning is shrouded by the static of two degrees Kelvin. Everywhere.

Oh, the incontestable rightness of the righteous. Put on their yoke and plow their fields, accepting their table scraps as the charity of the noble heart. Ha. Comes again the Rat Bastard. Walk through the morning birdsongs, knowing the birds would eat you if they could. That’s no way to go about it. In the end, I suppose, one does what Ones have always done: ignore the call to slavery and set out to find the actual yoke of existence. Eat, drink, work, love, and in all this, be merry. The grave will find you. The Cynic tells that all living is long stretches of nothing-very-interesting punctuated by instances of great sorrow and great joy. So. So get up in the morning. Do that little thing that gathers yourself up to your full height. Eat. Wash. Go to work. Work. Joy will come. Sorrow will come. Death will come. This is life. This very second is living. Let it all go. Take it all and see that it weighs so little. Give it a hug and forget how thin the thread that dangles us above the abyss of the grave and the mud-puddle of despair. The Rat Bastard knows and forgets. The Rat Bastard buys the cheapest thing and keeps it clean and well-used. This is enough. The works are accepted. Do what is there to do. The past is unchangeable, the future unknowable, the present is a very thin slice of grapeish jelly. God save us from the meaningful and well-intention. God save us all. Thus said, we’ve said all that we can and go. Eating and drinking, Rat Bastards all.