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My brother and I were hanging out in the basement more and more frequently, hustling and toiling stylishly with all of our paper constructions, mastering life in our Medicine World. Imagine the most elegant model train set and then multiply the beauty and the power by millions.
My brother was the most indurate and serious risk manager of the two of us, so my job was to show him the potentiality, the dynamism, and the blessings of our new world. I too hate taking any risks, but everything is relative and I suppose I am not 100% risk-averse.
The neighbors would get worried because we shut out the nasty world with our curtains and they wouldn’t see us for days, seeming like weeks, and they would think we might be rotting dead all over the hardwood floors, turning the wood black and smelling up the city’s water system. The neighbors would have been exhilarated if my brother and I had died because then they might have been able to get some brand new neighbors who like to chat about dog shit, the barometric pressure, and weeds, acting officious over the fence line while peeing in their pants.
In those days, I didn’t need to sleep, and importantly, I felt great! I used to have dreams, but of course, dreams are yet another thing that’s not required in Medicine World. Imagine if everything that happened in your day were perfectly in accordance with your wishes. That, friends, is Medicine World, and that is why there is no reason for dreams in Medicine World.
Some might also ask about nightmares, but we didn’t need those either. Nightmares may encourage us to have caution, to use care, to work through irrational fears, or to inspire logical fear of some things, but in Medicine World, you get do-overs at anytime for any reason – nothing bad happens that’s not completely reversible.
You got it: There was nothing to fear. It was a miracle, but my brother still worried. He bobbled his tummy about as if it were reacting to him twisting his ponytail as he ruminated over the unknown unknowns. My brother and I were great at picking out unknown unknowns and remediating or handicapping for known unknowns, but I kept telling him there were no unknowns, known or unknown in Medicine World. It was just pure, miraculous bliss.
One day, my brother could not take it anymore and he poisoned himself. I wanted to get him to the hospital, but his method was lethal and there was no chance. He only had time for a couple sentences. I asked him why the fear had driven him so, and he explained that the loss of time as a structural frame in his life had caused him to go insane.
In Medicine World, since everything can be fixed, time is of no consequence. There is no history by which to be troubled nor is there any future about which to be worried or hopeful. This had not disturbed me, but after he educated me, I started going insane too. I was not as sensitive as my brother, but it is my time now, and I plan to use the same poison. There are no regrets – I was able to experience heaven before the insanity and that fulfilled my only longing.
This is my trinket for Inspiration Monday XIII (I know, last-minute). I chose the prompt “I used to have dreams.” You’ll notice that I used the same wacko story set as with the “paper towns” prompt from last week, this this is Part II. Check out the other fine contributions at the be kind rewrite site – It’s a blast!