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

[littlegirltoast.livejournal.com]

Well, it was long enough, sure. Full? I'll grant that it was eventful. Amazing? It can't be said it wasn't dramatic.

But it was terrible, and he hated it.

Poor god damn guy. He tried so hard to save the world. He tried with everything he had and he used it all up and he died so very long ago.