Burden

There once was a man who overthought life so much, he could never think beyond it. He couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head; the demons only swirled endlessly about him. He wanted all of his stories to feel real, but the journey began as an escape. To think that the sky might be a scoop of blue ice cream or that the moon might be an underdone pancake would be impossible for him. It would only deviate from finding the truth. His solemn goal and duty to figure it all out; to think his way to the understanding of it all. A burden he laid on his own shoulders. A great and untenable task. That made him bitter with no time for nonsense.

 

For he was lost like all men, looking to find something on his own, to be able to be certain of something for himself. To validate the years of thinking. Once he sold his soul on Acid. He wanted to know how to read minds or move things with his, and it is all already possible if you look at it the right way. It’s all significant, he thought. Life’s answers must be contained within all things. Each blade of grass, the caress of the wind, in the smiles and sadness, in the spider in the shed, or the unseen death of a trampled millipede. Every detail of life holds all meaning. Each moment, each breath, a clue that would bring him closer to learning it all.

 

Why?

 

The answers would save everyone. All war, all strife, all disease, all pain, misery, and joy, laughter, love, sex, birth, and death, would have a framework rooted in the experience of the world rather than by myth, or hearsay, or someone else’s contribution. The depth of things, the detail would be all in what is touched and felt and seen. It would give each of us hope that one person could figure it out and hold it all in their hands without the need for the validation of others.

 

And yet, validation is all he craves, not from cajoling or convincing, but by the merits of his own thoughts, with the only credential that he was alive, and thought each day of his life to find something important, something significant. And so his life became a pitch to others of his breakthroughs and his intellect.  He did not realize the maddening nature of his quest or the enormity of what was thrust upon him. He stayed true to it though. He stayed true to it.

 

In a house on a hill lives a man. His name is Delweather. He lives alone.

Thoughts on secondary characters

My favorite characters have always been the secondary comic relief characters.

The comic relief characters never seem very smart usually but things seem to work out for them, depending on what kinda movie (or story) it is. The thing is they don’t get “the girl” or find anything too substantial or fulfilling for themselves, but they are glad as hell  when their friend (the main character) works through their problems. Maybe it’s because  they aren’t looking for any fulfillment or love, or maybe they are only hiding the fact that they have nothing but themselves. To the Funny secondary characters, there is an underlying desperation about them that intrigues me because it’s way more human. It is because despite the trials and victory of the main hero, that ability to make light of the situation with a joke, blissfully unaware in silliness is a kind of enlightenment.

They aren’t a main force or a decider, they don’t question where they are, they go with wherever they are taken. They fill a role rather  than upset order, offering commentary on the struggles between villains and heroes, no matter which side they are on. The desperation is in their desire to achieve something, to do something meaningful, but not know the way. They want to be the hero but retain a doubt, a more encompassing perspective that seems like it’s always holding them back. It is the fear that they have  no bearing on the world that isn’t by accident or a foolish blunder. They only make things happen when they aren’t trying to make things occur, and Their efforts to help are always met with imposable challenges that go awry.

Hero’s and Villains, despite whatever ideals they strive for, can only be concerned with their struggle, where those around them enter and exit. Both are kind of selfish and crazy in their own way because they use others to meet their goals. Comic relief’s are loyal to a fault and although they want the same things as their hero, they will never get the recognition or the acclaim.

The lone comic relief could be seen as a depressing character, comedy, in the infinite ironies of the universe, seems to be based on the contrast that great tragedy must be so. Alas, it is those people who make the world brighter that are likely more aware of the darkness. And only hope can we realize the secondary character finds their time to be a hero.

I like to think that that’s how I’m perceived, one of those questionably affiliated odd people who is generally seen as a good person helping people without really realizing it. But one day I hope to find a time worth being a hero for. Just a thought.

Secondary Characters

My favorite characters have always been the secondary comic relief characters who are usually the main character’s best friend.

The comic relief characters never seem very smart usually but things seem to work out for them, depending on what kinda movie (or story) it is. The thing is they don’t get “the girl” or find anything to substantial or fulfilling for themselves, but they are glad as hell  when their friend (the main character) works through their problems. Maybe it’s because  they aren’t looking for any fulfillment or love, or maybe they are only hiding the fact that they have nothing but themselves. To the Funny secondary characters, there is an underlying desperation about them that intrigues me because it’s way more human. It is because despite the trials and victory of the main hero, that ability to make light of the situation with a joke, blissfully unaware in silliness is a kind of enlightenment.

They aren’t a main force or a decider, they don’t question where they are, they go with wherever they are taken. They fill a role rather  than upset order, offering commentary on the struggles between villains and heroes, no matter which side they are on. The desperation is in their desire to achieve something, to do something meaningful, but not know the way. They want to be the hero but retain a doubt, a more encompassing perspective that seems like it’s always holding them back. It is the fear they have that they have no bearing on the world that isn’t by accident or a foolish blunder. They only make things happen when they aren’t trying to make things occur, and Their efforts to help are always met with imposable challenges that go awry.

Hero’s and Villains, despite whatever ideals they strive for, can only be concerned with their struggle, where those around them enter and exit. Both are kind of selfish and crazy in their own way because they use others to meet their goals. Comic relief’s are loyal to a fault and although they want the same things as their hero, they will never get the recognition or the acclaim.

The lone comic relief could be seen as a depressing character, comedy, in the infinite ironies of the universe, seems to be based on the contrast that great tragedy must be so. Alas, it is those people who make the world brighter that are likely more aware of the darkness. And only hope can we realize the secondary character finds their time to be a hero.