New Things

Well it's about time I made another post. I'll be updating more, just because I should. Here's something small, but expect more soon. I might do a spoken word version of this later.


"The Fly Waiting For The Frog"

Observe the fly, resting idly on the lily pad. There is much in this universe; yet as a fly, little could be known. This is the domain of the frog. Is the fly unaware of the approaching danger? It must be... Then what business could it have here? The fly fully understands the situation. It waits for the frog. So, a frog comes, and with a masterful lash of its tongue, the fly is devoured instantaneously. The fly feels only the slightest pain before its demise, as it is engulfed by a sticky red-pink mass, pulled into a cavernous mouth and swallowed down. No, the fly doesn't end there. The fly witnesses with awe as it shoots down on through the twisting tunnels of the frog's system at luge-like speeds. The fly grows more and more distanced from the digestive systems of the frog, as it moves further along, it finds itself traveling deeper and deeper into the fantastic cosmos-- approaching enlightenment with each passing star. Soon the fly encounters god, and becomes god. It sees all things and all time, becomes all things and all time. It can see the galaxies and planets, it can see the spirits and their magic, it becomes one with all wisdom. It sees its former body being digested, excreted, merging with the soil. From the soil a wealth of different organisms rush in to feed on the nutrients. The fly was glad it had decided to indulge the frog. Meanwhile, the frog hopped along looking for more food. It lived and thought simply-- after all, there is much in this universe; yet as a frog, little could be known...