The Last Rites of the Bokononism (foma! nothing but foma!)

[spatch]

God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.

1922 - 2007

Comments

[sup3rmark.livejournal.com]

Cat's Cradle is one of maybe 6 books I've read that doesn't fall into the categories of Harry Potter, Animorphs, Choose Your Own Adventure, or Goosebumps. I've been meaning to pick up more of his books, and I might actually get around to it now. I just have terrible book-reading perseverance, so unless a book is really interesting, I quit. Cat's Cradle made the cut.

Also, if possible, I'd like to retract my previous comment, and replace it with the following:

So it goes.