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ValisPhoneCall

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Da Grasshopper Lies Heavy - Act 1, Valis Phone Call

 

TagPile:Negentropic Vortex, complicity, fire, FramptonMotionBlur, lattices, quasi-consciousness

 

 

VALIS (acronym of Vast Active Living Intel-

ligence System, from an American film): A

perturbation in the reality field in which a

spontaneous self-monitoring negentropic vortex

is formed, tending progressively to subsume

and incorporate its environment into arrange-

ments of information. Characterized by quasi-

consciousness, purpose, intelligence, growth

and an armillary coherence.

-Great Soviet Dictionary

Sixth Edition, 1992


 

By this is signified that the divine light is ever present, that it forever offers itself, ever calls and knocks at the doors of our senses and other powers of cognition and apprehension, as it is indicated in the Song of Solomon where it is sung ..."Behold He standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices...Giordano Bruno''


 

 

 

Letterman's nervous breakdown began the day he got the phonecall from Michelle asking if he had the paperwork. He asked her why she wanted it and she said that she in­tended to prepare a pyre for herself fit for Giordano Bruno, the great scientist and heretic burned at the stake for daring to claim that the universe was conscious, alive, and divine. She was calling everyone she knew searching for bureaucratic material with which she would, as she put it, "fortify my fire". By now she had 30 bright orange recycling containers spilling over with tax forms, liens, applications for application and receipts of receipts. "I need more, much more, if I am to burn brightly enough to awaken this world." There was a slightly stoned giggle on the other end of the phone.

At once Letterman leaped to the conclusion that this was her way of asking for help. He was immediately in love. Letterman knew that he could help her. It had been Letterman's fantasy for years that he could help people. His psychiatrist once told him that to get well he would have to do two things: stop drinking coffee (which he hadn't done) and to stop trying to help people (he still tried to help people).

As a matter of fact, he had no paperwork. He had no papers of any sort. He never did. He did his part tending the negentropic vortex at The Center for Sustainability, and considered it to be the job of the police to keep his papers in order. So giving Michelle papers by which she could roast herself in a melodramatic act of enlightened ecstatic heresy was beyond his power. Anyhow, he wouldn't have done it if he could, because Letterman hates paperwork: It makes him sneeze.

"I have ten parental consent meta-forms." he said, pinching his nose to stave off a suggested sneeze. Because if he told her the truth she would hang up. The nose pinching made him sound like a (possibly mechanical) duck. We give them to parents to see if they will agree to release the information in their consent forms." Fat could feel his face stiffen and his jaw tighten. "Then they sign the consent forms and their kids visit the windmill, where they fill out the surveys about sustainability and compete for pre-sweetened prizes. I've got three boxes of those too. The reports, not the prizes."

"Then I'll bike over to the Center," Michelle said in a ra­tional, calm voice, the same tone in which she had requested the fuel for her own pyre. "And can I use the fire pit or has it been filled in?"

He realized then that she was not asking for help. She was completely crazy. If she were sane she would realize that it was necessary to veil her purpose, be­cause this way she made him guilty of complicity, and there was no way he could sign the forms for that.

 

 

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