“The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.”
“Goodness is about what you do. Not who you pray to.”
“Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn’t believing. It’s where belief stops, because it isn’t needed any more.”
The passing of Terry Pratchett – a simpatico soul of mine, a wise seer, a Lao Tze of this dimension – sends a soft ripple through the air of our mountain valley.
Along with my slow yet steady excavation of the archives of my own life as I continue to “get light,” those energies have collided here, on the porch with coffee.
And so, as is my way, I’ve brought to words that intersecting node of the rings upon rings upon rings created by the energy of our two discrete pebbles dropped into the pond of time here. Words seeking, at best, to describe the indescribable – because words have limits. Mine especially, I might add, because I am an amateur in the art, scribbling in the shadows of folks like Terry Pratchett.
Yet I share one thing at least with him in our mutual embrasure of the medium. We both know the transcendent connection words offer is a mere broadcast, sent out on a certain frequency, traveling ever outward into the universe, to be picked up and heard, if at all, by an unknown receiver. And whether it is received or not doesn’t matter. What matters is the exquisite, solitary, and unique frequency of the broadcaster – a frequency every human being has been gifted with. It’s called their life.
When I peruse the collections of Terry Pratchett quotes on the internet and in books I’m struck with how often they mostly feature the silliness of the Punch and Judy show in front of the curtain, and how seldom they reflect the master philosopher who is pulling the strings and levers and animating the sock puppets of imagination with his craft from behind the curtain. Struck, but not surprised, and I’m sure he wasn’t either.
It’s the broadcast that’s the thing. The reception – well, that’s somebody else’s business.
Terry Pratchett’s frequency travels on through the universe, and always will.