To: K-list
Recieved: 2001/11/20 09:31
Subject: [K-list] How I Got My Tongue
From: Shadowspace
On 2001/11/20 09:31, Shadowspace posted thus to the K-list:
"Look, I don't want to be anything. Not even nothing."
We watched and listened to my plate. It was heaped with hot dogs and
donuts, nibbling at them from below with its mouth. It gradually freed
itself from its edible prison, occasionally stopping to say what was on
its mind.
"The vessel gets nothing! Not even something," whined the glass.
Noisy slurping directed our eyes to the soup bowl. The mouth at the
bottom drained it and spoke.
"I want something! ANYTHING!" It cried. Then it began vomiting the broth
back up, hiding beneath the murky liquid.
I lifted the bowl from the table and carried it to the counter where we
could be alone. Taking up a generous spoon, I began to eat. The bowl
vomited bowlful after bowlful, afraid of my efforts to expose it.
"Everything awaits to be learned from anything you can see, touch, hear,
smell, taste, or be," the plate said breathlessly. "Sometimes nothing
turns out to be something."
Just as I began to feel like another spoonful would make me begin
cascading just like the bowl, the vomiting ceased. The mouth was firmly
shut.
We waited.
Finally, hesitating for the last time, the bowl timidly opened its
mouth. It's lips spread wide apart, allowing me to gently reach in with
the spoon and take out the tongue.
As I raised the spoon to my lips, I began to shake all over. Quickly,
before deliberation could arrive, I stuck it in my mouth. The tongue
wriggled off the spoon and took root in the valley on the floor of my
mouth. I now had a flexible, strong, healthy tongue.
The bowl was silent. The plate, serene. The wine glass stopped it's
whining. Their mouth softened and smoothed out into the dinnerware like
clay again. Featureless. Blank.
"I love you," I told my friends. My new voice was clear and loud.
My friends nodded and smiled.
"I, who wished to read the book of the world and the book of my own
nature, did presume to despise the letters and signs. I called the world
of appearances, illusion. I called my eyes and tongue, chance. Now it is
over; I have awakened. I have indeed awakened and have only been born
today."
"So good to see you. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you
play...why are you running away?"
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