The Ides of March

Our Willie settled a debt the other day, it being of course the Ides of March. It was a debt incurred by the Heavens (The Heavens being everything beyond infinity) when Willie agreed to materialize as a homosapien on the little planet they called earth. He had agreed to this procreation nonsense only if he was guaranteed not to suffer.

It had been a battle, that first morning. That tiny sperm had fought long and hard after the big bang, ejected into a universe filled with newly energized companions, cooling from their explosive genesis, accelerating beyond the speed of light, into that realm made possible only by their own existence, coming from that place far beyond even infinity. The Heavens were with him though, deal signed by lawyers high and mighty and he had found a resting place, attracted by the forces of this new nature, amidst newly established laws dealing with chemical bondage who's conceptualizers as Heaven's fools took it upon themselves to create in mystery far greater than awareness could ever fathom.

The court battle which had ensued was by definition otherworldly, fought in the realm of non existence, and hinged upon the concept of suffering, which the lawyers themselves fools from beyond, had no concept. They would claim that Willie neither, could have had a concept of suffering before he materialized, thereby his court challenge should be tossed into a big black hole. These lawyers had no moral direction, their arguments based on lies and made up facts and fake news amidst much hanky panky becoming to courtesan with preoccupations of dressing properly for such occasions. The facts, in fact, had to be made up, because beyond infinity there are of course no facts, facts being only within the realm of infinity.

That egg with which this little sperm little sperm had bonded was steeped in mysteries becoming to gods and goddesses and Willie claimed a linage leading back to very ancient times when humanity became upright and conjoined with fantasies as it's greatest minds contemplated the absurd. The trick had always been to get newly conceived humans to venture forth into a world filled with this absurd task of rendering themselves sane in light of physical atrocities. The little rascals would ball their heads off till they were bushwhacked into adhering to the delightful views of their clans. The universe had of course not fully realized it's potential as a vessel for awareness and the rules where being made up on the fly. That this newfangled state could attribute it's own existence to it's own omnipotence was a becoming thought to the powers of procreation. It abdicated them from responsibilities of rationalizing big bangs among other things and would allow the universe to flourish on its own. Those lawyers had it made.

Suffering remained however, that sufferin succotash, a vegetable medley of corn and beans, sometimes also with tomato, peppers, or onion, by which humanity supplanted it's growling tummies. Humanity ventured forth in it's task of aligning adolescent deviants with the whims of it's superficiality. Potions were developed, concoctions so powerful they lifted awareness to heights beyond the constrains of reality. Concepts developed enabling humanities omnipotence to gain insight into the ways beyond infinity. Youth would venture forth, to infinity and beyond, suffering overwhelmed by ecstasy.

In light of all the above our Willie made a deal. The deal was made with the Heavens, now humanities omnipotence, and it involved the art of doublespeak, more or less. Suffering would be delegated to those poor souls who had gained no comprehension of the self made man, to those who had not the where-with-all to venture forth in the world filled with the joy of wheeling and dealing their way out of misery. The lawyers were elated.

That Willie used his well earned right to freedom of choice, that pinnacle in the art of humanities omnipotence, should not come as a surprise. Willie chose to suffer. A deal made with the Heavens, before his awareness materialized, could not contain his enthusiasm for the absurd. They put him here, screw them.