She comes nursing arthritic limbs florid painted hair. She says she loves “The Damned” since she was twelve years old. These days rarely goes out, but the theatre under wrap and key we hope it emerges art deco as it went under. Still three original members, the lights on Russell vapor now the leather sheen over the gardens antique The Damned will play. Unseasonal spring warmth against the tide of seasons.
Rat it seems a given he has rejoined before they come to Melbourne, where the odd flurry cockatoo major mitchell and metal chains at the Russell Street where parks are taped off the security see me stop where she wants to go. She believes he plays beats mania where she met him forty years ago by chance.
Her hair florid pink. She says, she loved the damned since she was twelve, these days she goes rarely out. Forum is under sheet and scaffold, hope it emerges art deco, THE DAMNED still with three original members, so she says, on our unseasonally warm night, she has come to watch him play the drums, she heard he is just as mania, as when she met him forty years ago by chance, he says they are just another band now not a punk band anymore just a band.
Below, is a possible scenario for the beginning of the universe. Been fortunate to be standing in its direct path as it sped past. Viewed it carefully I wide eyed take it in I hope. My District Commissioner Walla Chenhall, said I kept my eyes wide open in the log of my Dandenong Creek hike. I believe I have.
Very pleased to offer another next best version of time’s very beginning if it can be disproven, since the disproving is even more a stake in the cliff face than the theory itself.
There was a moment when time began when all had to be decided. When an intellect holding some purpose, set in motion one great universe approximate we hope to whatever was worthy to the goal.
The intellect, controlled in that moment as set in form causes controlled and foresaw many or all results, but through error of an insufficiency of power, working at the range of ability, was not able to control all ongoing causes as would have wished and perhaps hoped, all days all moments likely foreseen not so likely controlled.
Slippped through fingers as water split from hands that can’t be controlled, where the touch and deft angling can guide across the uneven ground and direct in that moment results key to run through as causes tumble ahead at one touch.
Some future events were vital to the unseen blueprint of purpose time slowed stretched as adjust and shape what must succeed exactly.
That touch any moment shows some remnant of that intellect, by combinations in random events in greater or lesser significant events,
To extent an extent which I cannot deny, clear pillars of knowledge I have, connections between natural events, some of which intimate a spiritual facsimile which I believe was understandably taken as real in past times without current knowledge.
Background murmur leads this true thinking, try to connect with them, to truly read them, our guide, our help, and to fulfill an unknown overarching purpose.
I watch the elderly gents in white tie, and a loose drift of young educated men tentatively flow past, under the plane trees stiff hand sized fingerless leaves that hang down. A lacquered fin of punk white hair a foot high scathes. She rarely goes out she makes an exception. The bird’s nesting ready to pick a battle with anyone willing.
Rat’s other name is Scabies, stands alone on the footpath in front of the stage door with the look of journeyman crew member not transcendent drummer, hair soft and short peers soulfully toward the aubergine gap of evening sky squared off by steel and glass.
When she sees that just by chance I will have to drop her just there next to him, and that she will of necessity stand on Rat’s toe when she gets out unless he is quick enough to evacuate, her small figure begins to push excitedly through the obvious pain, and I witness an elongated moment when you could see what was about to happen. Rat’s hoary croft of white hair resembles exactly the underbelly of a roiling cumulus, ominously caught in the last slant of native sunlight, just as they were poised to meet by chance again after forty years. Does he remember her?
Laws of fundamental causes, unlocking stars into clusters toward the unknown purpose. Steps of chemical carbon freed up to replicate into quantity by the mysterious excitation level. When you hear, you know these were foreseen.
What these lives can do that the super intellect could not do unaided?
When sentient life formed, this is my area, was able to calm and heal, under the concentration of the intellect’s great powers, great advances to relive pain and grief were possible.
Where cannot be healed, vital truth given clearly to me that twisted bodies may heal again in an unseen place. And twisted personalities, efforts along this way, purpose aided to heal, and to earn this right to the unknown place against some unknown measure.
There is an anomaly in time, as Einstein said, shaping as a mysterious tool as knowledge extends.
True pillars make words clear in my experience.
Also traces like background hum or assonance, sometimes guiding, true thinking not by the duds, cannot be verified but theorized, who knows everything is best found in the causes.