September 2, 2001

  •  Multiplicity


    ...by way of a comment left on woodnymph's blog...


    The economic myth of Economic Man requires that we all remain unalterable identifiable unities until our very last breath.  So you are woodnymph--you must REMAIN woodnymph forever!  But trans-mythic reality is not so harsh...


    Once there was a little woodnymph who imagined herself a branchfairy!  And branchfairy wakened to every break of dawn embracing it as an eventful novelty.  Every color seen was a different perceptible shade or pastel, every shadow encountered was a darkening into mystery, every sound the start-up of a new symphony.  O branchfairy, is woodnymph not the fulfillment of you?!  But woodnymph wants to play, still play--so stay branchfairy, linger, and rediscover this awakening that now expectantly awaits you!


    So woodnymph and branchfairy playfully resume!  And the play lasts the day until the shadows grow long and then as the forest shivers warm with twilight, branchfairy must flee.  But in the shadows awaiting woodnymph, is another, treesprite.  Treesprite has watched woodnymph for, it seems, forever.  And has shared in her dreams, and fears, and secret wishes.  And would have come out and played with woodnymph and branchfairy except that she is drawn closer to the the fiery passion of dark delights. twilight encounters, and moonlit reconnoiterings.  Woodnymph has known these things, too, but in more familiar woods and not treesprite's forest deep.  And as the twilight fades and the shadows into blackness merge, treesprite extends her hand to woodnymph with a whisper of "you know me...I am you."  First touch, then bond, and then together running softly in tandem into the night. 


    Economic Man screams "Come back, woodnymph, all's danger--come back!" 


    But woodnymph and treesprite have passed out of sight to discover the joys of the night. And there concelebrating they will await the moment of dawn when  branchfairy yet again will awaken embracing all, and especially them, as an eventful novelty, a revelry, a communion of glowing.  And as we all know, the glow of sunrise on a new day has a horizon but no boundaries.


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