Tea with Mother Elder and Father Willow

Just maybe a couple of hours ago, and with an abundance of chewy sugary stuff. Both of our houses mostly lack good internet for time being, but discussing the blogs proved to be quite a bit of fun. Why would old people follow anything on the internet? Well, why wouldn't they now?

Also discussed the time I got upset by some sods who pelted me with rocks near the school and spent an hour writing "convocation" with the second syllable repeated ad nauseam until I started giggling.

... It is a funny word. >_> Also my dad had his past stolen by an eldritch being and I have more or less ceased to exist.

On that note, "the Convocation" - just about everything, in fact - seems to be somewhat silly in the face of what we all have seen in recent times. I mean, it looks like a flock of bird, yes, but I for one doubt that categorisation would be the wisest. More precisely, it is a thing from fuck knows where existing in a way the human mind is most likely not meant to understand yet that happens to be perceived as similar to birds for most parts - for all we know it probably lives in a giant polka dot spork a thousand leagues tall, but that still would just be a mere corner within what would be a vast, complex definition, most likely conflicting with the vast majority of things that mankind as a whole accepts.

Think of it this way: the earthquake in Japan last year killed thousands, brought down millions of dollars of property and triggered an environmental disaster, and yet do we have in our mind a rogue tremor interested in the discomfort of the human society? Noooo. More likely it was simply rocks moving not a few metres at the bottom of the world, scarcely caring for what the world up there would think. Why would anything quite as supposedly capable as them care more for us in particular, then? For all we know, the tall faceless man in business suit might simply desire a mere $20 and wants little to do with the curious Anglophones with video cameras. This brings us to why everyone thinks that they too are obsessed with each other; why would they be the only ones out there? Why would they even be the most important ones?

This, of course, is not the most comforting of thoughts. O_o but I am rambling yet again.

Having people to discuss these matters in meatspace has proven itself quite nice, not to mention massively enlightening. ^_^ Haven't quite gotten around to telling the family yet, but they've known of Mother Elder and Father Willow (though not by those names) for quite a while now, which I suppose renders visits quite alright. And lastly on the point of writing - this is the first time I actually type the post down within the provided space instead of days of extended, hurried drafting in words and oh providence it feels good it feels good it feels good~

Well, maybe more comprehensible and more of an actual blog post than an ideological tract, but I'll probably resort to the previous technique for things that demand longer passages. Might be counterproductive of course, but ideas do get into my writing quite rapidly and I trust the reader with most of the interpretation.

Have to go again now. Cheers!