Monday, March 29, 2010

Froggy Goes A'Courtin'...

Details of how it all went down are almost impossible to ascertain. Mass media paid the event no attention. Messageboard poets of idle, narcotized disbelief and decelerated-learning were caught with their pants on the keyboard. December 2012 is still too far away for the liking of some. An anonymous cinephile reputed to be one of the top research biologists presently stationed in Antarctica demanded it and now it has happened: Zach Passero, enigmatic tight-rope balletist, stained glass artisan, and medieval gamesman, has had a gonzo grindhouse feverdream one protean thinktank is calling Wicked, Wicked Lake.

"But to find religion is only one out of many ways of reaching unity; and the process of remedying inner incompleteness and reducing inner discord is a general psychological process, which may take place with any sort of mental material, and need not necessarily assume the religious form... For example, the new birth may be away from religion into incredulity; or it may be from moral scrupulosity into freedom and license; or it may be produced by the irruption into the individual's life of some new stimulus or passion, such as love, ambition, cupidity, revenge, or patriotic devotion. In all these instances we have precisely the same psychological form of event,--a firmness, stability, and equilibrium succeeding a period of storm and stress and inconsistency. In these non-religious cases the new man may also be born either gradually or suddenly." -- William James
"From out of the rabble and into a quiet expanse we had emerged. My friend was wearing some kind of suddenly-hewn loin cloth. Me, I had lightning in my hand." -- The Unexpurgated Journals of Honourable Captain Jeremiah Headframe