Eden's Gate

The levels that make up play, games, the celebration of the human body through competition are vast, broad, and much deeper than they appear. It's really quite grand."

"I don't quite follow the logic behind your argument, or if you have even made one. So why are you advertently missing and rushing forth the end of all? I'm confused."

"Perfect! Confusion! Vague logic! You're quicker than you look! It took us much longer to reach that understanding."

"No. No! I don't understand any of this!"

"Exactly! This is all very exciting you see. Now, we really must get back to our game. You know, separate the winners from the losers, the bodies from the minds, the minds from the bodies. Thanks so much for stopping by."

The next thing I remember I was back in the hallway traversing eons and galaxies and doorways with a dull ache residing in the place that a head had once occupied. Had I failed? Had I succeeded? Was everything going to continue?

I pondered these questions as I approached Eden's Gate. Unsteadily, I pushed the Gate open.

"Well?" asked the Doorman. "Did you succeed? Is your delightful futility preserved?"

"I. . .I don't know. It was all so strange. The clear became cloudy; logic, illogic. I became confused. . .I simply left."

"You don't think that you are the only one who can meddle with Eden, do you?" the Doorman hissed. "Promethius introduced fire to the threads of reality, you brought them sin, futility, and despair. I merely gave them this . . . ."

I looked to the ground as a red book entitled "Philosophy of Sport and the Human Body" landed in a cloud of dust and loose pages.

With a gleam in his countenance and what I perceived as a greasy smile, the Doorman beamed, ". . .hardbound confusion."

Thump, thump, CLANG. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The END