Five-Hundred Word Challenge 503: Cave Exploration to Understand

Forty minutes of chanting in some sort of chanting fashion, and all it leads to is the end of the forty minutes.

You’d hope that somewhere along the line there’s a little variation, but there isn’t. Or maybe there is. It’s a little too early to tell at this stage.

There needs to be an exploration of the themes and content and all of it needs to be analysed within strict lines. There needs to be gushing praise. There needs to be unthinking praise. There needs to be accolades thrown at something that will be forgotten within a short period of time, only to be dug up once more at the end of a predetermined amount of time, only to once more be forgotten, like the shape of most waves as energy passes through the ocean unassumingly, like clockwork, as nature intends.

But then, there is the cave that is present in which needs to be delved into. The unthinking praise must be defeated, the cave must be explored and into its contents must the exploration be. There is a lot o detail in the dark and it is only through within entering the cave and fully exploring its depths, its shapes, its organisms and then exiting successfully that the shape of the object in question can truly be discussed and analysed at length.

Before doing that, there needs to be the journey throughout. There needs to be something reached at the end. There needs to be an end. Forty minutes of chanting and sound and then an ending of sorts. There will be a way through. This is one that is sparse. There is far, far less fun here. A serious work of monolithic qualities are what are being reached for, but that is not the end result. Or it may be. It is far too early to tell, of course, but then again it may always be far too early to tell. The only way to work all of that out is through the explorations of sound and texture. The working of the way through and getting to the other end. There are dangers that need to be expected, but once the end is reached, then perhaps there will be understanding.

That is, of course, assuming that understanding is something that can be bottled and easily transported.

Well, it can, but not in a physical capability. It is through our bodies being the containers, the vessels in which understanding can be carried. Then once we have that, we exit, we analyse. We assess the information. Then, if necessary, once more we go back in. We go in and out until we truly know what it is that we are trying to say. We need to know what it is that we are saying in order to be able to say something with structure and strength behind it.

Otherwise, if we do not, in the context in which we are trying to present this chanting, our words will fail.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:51:18

I’m quite happy with what I was expressing through the words, but this needed better structure.

Written in Redfern.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
This entry was posted in Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.