THEY FLY TOWARD GRACE (Part 1 of When the still sea conspires an armour)

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The Inconvenience (the dirigible which appears and is a frequent part of Against the Day) is constantly having her engineering updated. As a result of advances in relativity theory, light is incorporated as a source of motive power — though not exactly fuel — and as a carrying medium — though not exactly a vehicle — occupying, rather, a relation to the skyship much like that of the ocean to a surfer on a surfboard — a design principle borrowed from the æther units that carry the girls to and fro on missions whose details they do not always share fully with “High Command.”

betty, rocksea, "new dawg" Jaja

 

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As the sails of her destiny can be reefed against too much light, so they may also be spread to catch a favorable darkness. Her ascents are effortless now. It is no longer a matter of gravity — it is an acceptance of sky.

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… Never sleeping, clamorous as a nonstop feast day, Inconvenience, once a vehicle of sky-pilgrimage, has transformed into its own destination, where any wish that can be made is at least addressed, if not always granted. For every wish to come true would mean that in the known Creation, good unsought and un-compensated would have evolved somehow, to become at least more accessible to us.

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No one aboard Inconvenience has yet observed any sign of this. They know — (some are certain) — it is there, like an approaching rainstorm, but invisible. Soon they will see the pressure-gauge begin to fall. They will feel the turn in the wind. They will put on smoked goggles for the glory of what is coming to part the sky.

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They fly toward grace.

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8 thoughts on “THEY FLY TOWARD GRACE (Part 1 of When the still sea conspires an armour)

    • i should have inserted, somewhere, in BIG BOLD CAPS that I did not write the brilliant essay — it is copied, almost verbatim, from T Pynchon’s Against the Day. used without permission, of course. do you think he’d mind? (probably!)

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  1. our morning (morning more so than later) clouds quite often are more interesting — you know, a combo perhaps of the “lay of the land” — yeah, stick arms — maybe? that will scare off the grazing bovines which seasonally are turned loose in the area, and like to scratch their sides and backs on stuff ~

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    • well, thank you muchly. what the heck, huh? pretend to be brilliant ol’ T Pynchon with a collexion of my recent best foe-toez … (now YOU on the other hand, with THAT CARTOONIST … )

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