To the as-of-yet unborn, to all the innocent whisps of un-differentiated nothingness; Watch out for life.I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a whisp of un-differentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed. They said I was a boy named David Horning, and that was that. They said that It was 1978, and that was that. They Said I was in Ypsilanti, Michigan, and that was that.They never shut up. Year after year they piled up detail upon detail. They still do. You know what they say now? They say the year is 2008 , and that I am 30 years old.Blah blah blah.
***Read the following at my funeral should I die***
God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen...I saved my own life
