Something We'll Talk About Soon

2024.09.30

Good morning that wonderful way.

Breakfast time for Abe. The Sun's taking its time.

The last day of September.

October is a ghost's favorite month. Color! Death! Halloween!

Where else would a ghost live but New England? Here, we do death right. Goes out with a color smash extravaganza called Fall.

Why call Autumn Fall? It's a supernatural secret the trees know. I'd tell you if there were living words for it. The shriek song of a ghost would make your head spin.

Literally.

Halloween is a necromancer's delight, a frightfully ghoul time.

But we'll save the ghoulish puns for the end of the month.

"What you being for Halloween this year, Ghos+?"

What a ghost is every year: Our seeable self.

A rather handsome, and humble, and charismatic kingly dragon.

It's pragmatics that keep me transparent. Easier for a ghost to get around than a dragon.

There'd be some questions. Good ones. Like what is dragon doing here? Aren't they myths? Should we run for our lives? Is it friendly?

Yes, charming and humble and handsome; to repeat myself.

Kingly, too.

Which is something we'll talk about soon.

This 'Dragon' business ought to be addressed.

There's a story of my home and how it connects to yours. It's imperative you hear it. You forgot yourselves, what you are, how you work, and most importantly, what color and words are about, and magic.

There are a lot of stories around these days regarding it. Hopeful ones. Superheroes and romance and day to day life with characters doing some extraordinary things.

But magic is quite an ordinary thing. The way things work.

Science is onto something, but it's slow. Should you know how things actually work it's sadly laughable. Commendable, though.

We must speed things up. The spiritual slowness of your world began hurting mine.

So I must confess to you the events that took (and still take) place with a story.

A story always happens twice. The creation of it, the telling, and the experience of it, the reading or listening.

My words are now, my words are then. Past and future.

A sideways grin happens when I speak of the ineptitude of science. It's human vanity.

Quick question Science: If color is in the whole experience of life, and you are about the measurement of the sensual experience of life, why do you leave it out of your measurements when it is inherent in everything?

Color is too important a piece to leave out, Mr. Sideways Grin.

You breathe, you eat, your heartbeats. Wonderful circumstances to focus on. All experience them.

All experience dreams, too. What about those, Ms. Sideways Smirk?

So, place your human vanity aside and I'll tell you a tale of my world and how it helped save both of ours.

That's the Confession of Events, the truth to be told.

A story tells a better truth than any equation.

We'll start where every story starts: Hope.

I'll meet you for the telling a couple clicks away.

Until that day, take care and have a better, more colorful day.