The Thousand Infinities

 

An Excerpt from Worlds to Shatter, Shattered Worlds

 

The One

(Slowly.  In deep reflection.  Attempting to decipher, decode, or simply recollect the dream.)

Last night I had a dream.  In the dream I had wandered into a citadel.  It was not quite a city of the dead but neither was it a city of the living.  The inhabitants could, perhaps, best be described as unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday.

 

The Other

I see.

The One

 

The   walls of the citadel were plastered with the Unspeakings of the Unperson.  What these concerned, I do not recall, however, I distinctly remember the words, WE US THEY THEM,” though I cannot be sure as to their meaning.

The Other

Do proceed.

The One

I believe they were taken from what could best be described as either a catechism or sacred text known as the COSMOLOGIA.  The focal point of the Citadel, apparently the purpose of the Citadel’s existence was something called the Thousand Infinities, though no one seemed to know what these were or where they could be found.  I thought this to be curious in the extreme.

 

The Other

Indeed.

The One

Everywhere, at all times, were crowds of people chanting.  Chanting incantations.  Chanting indecipherable gibberish.  I could make out, however, that the imagination was considered to be a loathsome disease.  I wandered about stealthily until I  found  myself  descending  a stairway leading into a dank, dark, musty cellar.  In the cellar was a small wooden box.  I was drawn to it out of curiosity.  I lifted the lid and what do you suppose I had inadvertently stumbled upon?

 

The Other

The Thousand Infinities.

 

The One

The Thousand Infinities?  This was not to be.  There were no Thousand Infinities.  Neither a Hundred, nor Ten, nor a Single Infinity, for that matter.  I found myself running from the cellar screaming.  What I was screaming I cannot exactly recall, but I have strong suspicions it concerned We and Us and They and Them.

(Pausing.  He is out of breath.  He is spent.)

What do you suppose it all means?

 

The Other

(Displaying deep disappointment.)

I was hoping you’d tell me.

 

The One

(Shrugging, as if resigned.)

I have no idea.

The Other

Then I’d say it means nothing.

 

The One

Nothing?

 

The Other

Nada.  Naught.  Null.  Nothing.  No thing.

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