Life As An Elevator
A Novel
By D. Witt
Chapter 13
I explain to Tommy and Clementine that I am aware of the fact that my
diatribe has become somewhat belabored so I pause and wait for a
reaction from them. "So," asks Tommy, "how does all of this posturing
accomplish anything? What is the answer to the question of survival in
an environment where survival is always threatened the swirling
atmosphere of external stimuli?" his tone taking on a challenging vibe
due to him being unimpressed by my revelation. "Well, you see," I
continue, "if you become aware of the external pressure which the
environment is exerting onto your plasmatic balloon-self, then the
"you" becomes sensitive and takes precautions. This gives you time to
decide whether or not to leave the nothingness behind and take a trip
or just ignore it. You can flow through the journey of an emotional
reaction or simply disregard the stimulus altogether maintaining the
homeostasis and stay centered inside the crystaline sphere of your
environment." "And then what?" asks Tommy. "Wait for the next
stimulus," I respond, "everything is temporary except death. It is not
important what causes the stress whether it is another person or simply
the situation. We are all pawns of the "creator" used to perpetuate the
"creation". The is no reason for the insanity because there is no other
interpretation. You should keep people from wasting you time and get on
with life because you only get one lifetime. Too much time is wasted by
other people who enjoy bringing me down an emotional side-track and
leading me to a dead end, anyway, they are only getting simple minded
satisfaction out of a control freak power trip brought on by self
delusion, right?" I continued. Tommy nodded uncommitingly as he slowly
lifted his left eyebrow slightly. I think he got my point because he
only lifts his left eyebrow when he has been enlightened.
Tommy sits silently and ponders while I keep hearing Johnny Winter
strumming his guitar over by the park bench. The music provides the
sort of sacred atmoshpere that makes our space a sancturary for deep
thoughts. Suddenly Roky appeares in the alleyway next to the fire
escape running briskly in our direction. He waves.