Happy Fall, Mankind

Dear Satan,

I am told that each year can be divided into four seasons: Summer, Winter, Spring, and Autumn. Let’s focus on that last term: Autumn. The event that takes place in Genesis chapter 3 is called “The Fall”, also known as “The Autumn of Man”. Here’s a relevant passage from the encyclopedia (I don’t like how it’s composed — I think it’s sloppy and unclear — but I’ll let it stand as the truth, to avoid rocking the boat):

The fall of man is a phrase used in Christianity to describe the transition of the first humans from the state of innocent obedience to God to a state of guilty disobedience. [ . . . ] For many Christian denominations, the doctrine of the fall is closely related to that of original sin. They believe that the fall brought sin into the world, corrupting the entire natural world, including human nature, causing all humans to be born into original sin, a state from which they cannot attain eternal life without the grace of God.

I have nothing to say about this; I just wanted to mention it to illuminate the title of this entry, “Happy Fall, Mankind”, so that there is no confusion about its intention and meaning.

MY SWEETHEART’S DREAM

Yesterday my sweetheart had a dream. She told it to me right when she woke up. I’ll preserve it here, because I like it:

A very beautiful nurse enters the bedroom. She is holding a plate of poisoned food. When the nurse approaches the bed to serve the platter to the patient, the patient removes her mask and shoots the nurse in the face.

What I gather from this is that the patient had apparently been disguised and concealing a firearm. I like this dream because it’s stylish and surprising. I like the ending: it lures you to imagine an entire backstory for these two women, to explain why one decided to hide her identity and lie in wait for her poisoner to approach; as opposed to, say, just remaining undisguised and naked, then taking aim and sniping the target as soon as her form appeared in the room’s entryway. Imagine reclining there with a pistol clutched in your left hand under the sheets, pretending to slumber. It must’ve been a serious vendetta, to move you to force your foe to behold your face, up close like this, in such an intimate setting, as her final sight, thus leaving her no doubt about who has destroyed her.

Yet, who did she assume she was nursing, before you removed your mask; and why was she attempting to poison this bedridden person? Was she even aware that the meal she was serving was deadly? For the text of the dream does not state explicitly that she, the nurse, was personally responsible for tainting the food — it just describes the dish that she holds as “poisoned”. That could mean anything.

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Well, that’s all I have time for today. Just a short dream and an explanation of the Autumnal Equinox. The reason I’ve been unable to write much lately is that I’m trying to dedicate my free time to doorhanging. (More on that tomorrow.)