Thursday, January 18, 2007

Telavitians: One Sleepy Town

"Come here my young son. I have a story to tell," said the greying, old man.

The child ran quickly, as he loved his Grandfather's stories.

"There once was a sleepy, little town that existed in the land of Aire-wave.

Within the town, it's inhabitants would fight over things like slurs. In fact, they would lob slurs at one another in the hopes that the world beyond would take note of these lobs and perhaps see how foolish they were behaving.

After all, it is what adults do to separate themselves from the more child-like behavior of slur-slinging lob slobbers in the hamlet, Tel A'Vizeeon.

This hamlet had achieved some notable world-wide presence when a one, citizen Lucy, first came on the scene with her inter-race marriage (a leader in developing a more refined social conscience). Of course, the hamlet did also have some other noteriety with citizens Cramden (a public servant), a fellow named Caesar (who, ironically, made light of "the man"), citizen Bunker (he was once considered King), citizen Maude and even the trusted citizen's Cronkite and a rather gamey fellow known simply as "Dirty Dan".

All of the citizens of Tel A'Viz (or the more familiar name of "Tel-V") had a more highly developed sense of right and wrong than those people who lived outside the "walls" of their community.

I say "walls" as their community had a peculiar characteristic that made them more protected than civilizations of the past. There community really needed no traditional bastions, fortifications or other ramparts as they had the luxury of being somewhat like a gas (which takes the form of any vessel that "contains" it...if gas can ever really be contained; try pouring it from its container - it escapes at its own will).

The very nature of the community meant that its inhabitants could take virtually any form. Within one season, Lucy for instance, might be an ordinary housewife married to a Cuban exile...a few seasons later, a single mother who works at a Bank.

These citizens are really like shape-shifters and take on what-ever characteristics they deem of a form that needs some sort of re-shaping in the world outside the walls of Tel-V (a world which they sometimes very poorly emulate).

The Maoist would call it "re-education".

I suppose to the Daoist, some form of Nirvana.

To me, they were morons locked inside their own fantasy of important they must be in their minds, yet really only a gas cloud on a mighty wind.

I think the only major difference between Tel-A-vitians and the ordinary, every-day citizen of planet earth is that the Tel-A-vitian considers him or herself to be of a higher intellect and morally superior in every way.

The unfortunate part about the Tel-A-vitian is that he or she is the creation of one of the fallen sons.

The rest of this universe was created by the true God, and are all His children. The Tel-A-vitian exist by decree of a minor creation of that true God; a hapless emulator of that God known as a wraither.

The populus of this land are created in the mind of the wraither, and exist like ghosts...short-lived ghosts.

You see, the Telavitians can only exist if someone from the outside world pays attention to them.

When no one pays attention to them, they begin slinging more slurs in the hopes someone will be offended and once again take note of all the good they do for society at large. If not, they are but past gas.

They pick at one another and point out moral deficiencies in each, that should serve as example to the rest of us to forego behaving as they and choose a more enlightened path.

Trouble is, they never illuminate any path, much less a high one.

So they continue to live in this dank, cold and shapeless world and hurling insults at those poor slobs in the real world who give them credence and I think, are somehow intellectually robbed as the result of watching their antics.

One day, laddy, I'll have to tell you of the day I thought that the real world was going to be swallowed by a Telavitian gas cloud.

It was a good thing the smell was so horrible that it finally woke everyone up before we were all consumed.

But as I said, that is a story for another day".


Xavier Martel said...

My one reasonable criticism is that it is "Taoist", not "Daoist," although I would think any self-respecting Taoist would argue that it is impossible to spell, anyway, so why quibble?

My unreasonable criticism is a genuine concern for the general drift toward political satire, and away from the imagery that seems to be your forte.

That being said, the concept of the people within the TV requiring viewers to sustain their existance is a clever one.

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Cleverness, although, is no substitute for a tale, well-spun.

Definitely need to spend more time in the weave.

Anyone can come up with a good hook; it is our mission to tell a good tale!

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Man, anything might bubble to the surface after, what is it? 34 days of captivity by Pelosi's count? I think I know how it feels to be in Diaspora.

Feels like an eternity already.

Anyhow, thanks for the critique.

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Vis a vis...we improve, by degree!