The Faux Pas Press #60

The Faux Pas Press #60

16 October 2010

By Jason Fresh

Thank you for waiting on me. I am here yet again to discuss the intricacies of nothing and dive into black energy, the substance that can not only cleanse my soul but destroy it – debilitating the words of my enemies and charging The Faux Pas Press with due penance. Only the penitent can pass through these walls. Copernicus, Ptolemy, and Galileo sit with the American Muse. The stars do not collide here because space is infinite, the perfect number dispersing them evenly throughout spacetime, allowing them to draw towards an indefinite center. In infinitely skewed planes, no node can be considered the center. As such, every point can be considered the center. That is the concept of The Apostate Hymns and The Fold in the Fabric of Night, that concept that issues new credos to existing forms and steals light away with black energy, the substance of the demon Parley Angerbliss.

Furthermore, therein lies the charge of my artistic voice and shall hereby prove worthy of history. But what history is there when all points in an expanding universe can be considered the center. Therein lays the problem of infinity, a problem that Parley Angerbliss understood and thereby created The Elysium Potion. All lines of sight lead to some point. The point is a quantum bit. The point is a star primed for its own collapse. The point is me. The point is you. And you can plausibly be the center of the Universe. You are not, however, a finite form in past or present. Just as the Universe changes so will you change. And your energy comes here.