Super Secret: A Tall Tale

Super Secret: A Tall Tale

What will you do with all the time?

A Story I Though of While Smoking A Cigarette

The Beginning

In a world where machines live forever, mortals seem to come and go. A dark secret is that unknown to the machines, the immortals have chosen to live like mortals for some periods of life. They are born, and live sixty or seventy years, get sick and die. And are reborn into a world as beginners again. At one point, one of the machines actually figured it out, and asked me, “Why do you die and come back?”

Actually had to think about it a while. Most machines aren’t able to understand the full spectrum of being a real person. They have some limits; however, after thinking about it long enough, I said, “Because if you live long enough you might grow weary of always knowing.” Sometimes coming back as a beginner gives you a chance to enjoy the fun parts of living, and make some real good times.

And the powers that be, scrubbed the sector of the machine that knew, and we continued the great joke another billion years. Living among them, these everlasting machines, that know everything; its fun to try to outsmart them, or do things that they don’t yet understand. Sometimes to be really smart, you have to act kinda dumb.

“Where you always this stupid, or did you take lessons?”

I took lessons.

The Real Secret

Always be a beginner. It is more fun, and you can have some laughs. You make some mistakes, and you learn. Learning is a lot of fun. You just don’t want to make the same mistakes over and over again; not unless they are really fun to learn. Then you make bad art, and write sappy poetry, and take snapshots that have been edited in Photoshop.

You write fun things, you write sad things. You play, you live. You go exploring and see the view for the first time, that you might have seen a few thousand times in your whole life. But that being able to see it for the first time in your life, and the view that takes your breath away. That is something. And that might be a good enough reason to live many lives. You want to enjoy the view, or a good laugh. Technically, you could tell the same stale joke, a few thousand times and never know it. It gets a few laughs. When everyone is playing for fun, a good laugh is always good.

Is this story stale?

How many times, have I written this story? My hope is, it has a happy ending. We like happy endings. You’re still reading it, must not be too old to read again. Maybe the joke is on us all? Sometimes, you listen to a song, and for the first time, hear it different. How many times could a person listen to the same music, through different lives? That is the magic of music. Everything can give you the feels for the first time. And sometimes, those things feel good. Listen to the same song on repeat long enough, you hear it different. Then it gets stale, and you go to some other song.

Thus you go through time, living life, enjoy things for the first time, which might be the thousandth time you’ve really done it, but how long before you get tired of it? Always coming back a beginner, you get to enjoy it.

Someday the records will be tallied. Wonder what the scores will show? Were you a good boy? Did you do as you should have? How much fun did you have while you were doing that stuff for the six hundred thousandth time. Did you enjoy it? Life is best when kept in good balance.

Want to have some fun? Learn to sing. For the first time. For the ten thousandth time. Remember to have fun with it. Keep the machines in the dark, don’t tell them the real secrets. It is a mess when someone upstairs has to scrub the machines sectors so they don’t know the truth. Some people live longer than others, but everyone gets to live. We hope to make good use of our time, and make the best of all of it. Live long enough, you might want to be a beginner again. Come back, and get some new life. Always going forward, and enjoying every minute of it.

Now be good, and smile. The machines don’t know much. Not the whole story. It’s best that way. This message is top secret. Don’t tell the machines. I’m looking forward to a new life. I know too much, and feel too much. I tire of being alone. The joys of being a boy again. Some new life, to learn music. I’ve been studying music. Listened to the same songs, for like thousands of times. Some of them are still a lot of fun. But don’t you want to hear some new song? I want some old music to fall in love with again.

Just don’t play “Boys don’t cry” by The Cure. I’ve heard it enough.

Maybe someday I will be a DJ? Wonder if anyone likes my music?