THE CHILD IS INSTRUCTED ABOUT BELIEF
"Belief, be it narrative or silent, is a thing
maintained, if not generated, by neurons falling
over themselves, day and night, infinitely in
finite orbits, foundational but sometimes empty.
"My belief and your belief may orbit, for a time,
empty or full, samewise or antiwise, in
neurons and dialogue.
"In neurons and dialogue, belief engenders belief
and disbelief; and sometimes anger, or passion,
or warmth."
The child struggles to absorb these descriptions.
THE CHILD VISITS HIS GRANDMOTHER, UNWILLINGLY
She does not feel like death--to the contrary,
she vibrates at much too high a frequency. Her
hum is rather a continuous shriek, piercing his
ears. He wonders if she will shatter his orbits
of belief; or if he has misunderstood or mixed
metaphors. He feels his neurons tumble like
lotto balls in a cylinder.
THE CHILD SITS IN A TREE WITH OTHER CHILDREN
He asks what orbits they occupy, but decides
their neurons form clouds instead. Like other
children, he finds shapes in the clouds.
Searching for clouds in his own head, he repeatedly
encounters the visage of his grandmother.
THE CHILD IS INSTRUCTED ABOUT LOVE
"Love may be accessed through poetry, or perhaps
through physical acquaintance. Love is both
a neural orbit and an autonomic reflex. ..."
The child grows disgusted with this manner of
explanation.
THE CHILD LEAVES HOME
He seeks less ridiculous definitions. But people
outside seem unwilling to give him definitions
of any sort.
Like many others, he decides to submerge himself
more in the wide world, to see what lessons might be
learned.
THE GRANDMOTHER
She chides the parents for failing to maintain
the child at a sufficient level of abstraction,
and dissolves them into their component constructs.
THE CHILD RETURNS HOME
Having learned much in the wide world, he is not
surprised to find, upon his return, that there is
nothing, a simple void, behind the front door.
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