.
Absence
ergo Presence! ‘Does this mean,’
Absence
asked: ‘that I created Presence?
Apparently.’
Though he can’t perceive
himself,
still Absence can’t conceive himself
without
an opposite. Maybe that’s the deal.
Maybe
something only comes from nothing.
.
Absence
then would be its god! He had
these
thoughts while sipping Absinthe.
Under
its iconic sway, Absence wondered
hungrily
what might comprise the size
and
content of the rest of his relational array.
Wouldn’t
everything existent be his kin?
.
What
about Enthusiasm, that peculiarity so
very
alien to him? Absence guessed by
contrast
it had kinship with Dispassion. Why
not
make a visit to Dispassion to discover
what
it knew about the family? In an instant
Absence
did so: sleekly slid himself beside
.
Dispassion,
and calmly asked it if it ever
had
begotten an Enthusiasm? Dispassion
didn’t
answer. Either it was so dispassionate
it
couldn’t raise the energy to think why it
should
care, or hadn’t any clue that Absence,
being
Absence, even had been there. Then,
.
as
if on cue, Dispassion took the opportunity
to
spew, ergo construe for Absence its first
view
of giving birth to its abstractions: two
spasms
shook Dispassion’s core which under-
took
to serve up a galore of two Enthusiasms!
It
fell to Absence then to welcome them:
.
‘Hooray!
You made my day.’ But there’d
be
no reply. And what would be the sense
in
Absence bidding them goodbye? An oddity
begins
to dawn. If God were Absence,
Absence,
God – they’d never have been here.
You
couldn’t even say that they were gone.
.
.
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