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]

well put.

[fancycwabs.livejournal.com]

I started with Galapagos when it came out in paperback; I in the ninth or tenth grade, I think, and was hooked the instant he put an asterisk next to the name of someone who was going to die in the next twenty-four hours. I subsequently read every single thing available that he wrote, with the exception of Happy Birthday Wanda June, which was notoriously hard to come by in bookstores.

This, he said, was his only good poem:

We do, doodley do, doodley do, doodley do,
What we must, muddily must, muddily must, muddily must;
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do, muddily do,
Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust.

hi ho

[haardvark.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure I wanted to make a farewell post, and now I know I don't need to, because you've nailed it.

[babs-the-nymph.livejournal.com]

Cat's Cradle was the first Kurt Vonnegut novel I ever read, and it's still my favorite.

I know he lived a long, full, amazing life, but I still can't think about this too much yet.