The e-histomology of the Selfs Layer
Selfs Layer was born - or immaculately deceived, as some would have it - in an un-stable on the edge of infinity. Theologians and physicists, for once agreeing on something, claim that this is impossible, and that historical mysticism is merely stating that this happened very, very far away. Three unwise men and women (for yes, the author of this history book was not sexist and realized that women could be just as unwise as any man) pursued a rock star through the gates of time, for it had been prophesied by the most exigent seers that this child would always be below star-status.
Destiny is determined to prove them wrong.
The child was soon adopted by a somewhat normal family (i.e. miserable and semi-psychotic) and was soon inducted into the mysteries of pain, loneliness, and dental hygiene. However, determined to rise above his humble roots, he launched himself into a war against despair and suffering, and, after shedding much blood (mostly his own, including a few teeth), returned to the land of the living-but-rarely-giving, the sub-human realm of the half-dead Virulites.
It was here in this dark reflection of the Light that he first had the Vision, the echo of Truth and Beauty which few ever hear and even fewer manage to bring back in inadequate shards of Meaning. The Vision was this:
Err.
Unfortunately, this one word, this ultimate fragment of unbounded Truth, seemed rather quite silly, especially when compared to the rich vastness of wisdom floating through our minds and libraries (and sometimes our sewers). Mystics say that the reason the Vision tends to such simplicity is that it comprises all words and meanings so that each one loses itself in the great Mesh of feeling. Thus, simplicity engages the Self to extrapolate upon itself to such an extent that a new being is formed and life continues its timeless danse.
Theologians claim that this is hogwash, and that the Vision was just God preparing to speak.
Mystics say that this is exactly the point they were trying to make, since God is the force behind all Creation.
Taking care not to err too far from the subject (disobedience be damned), we may speculate that Selfs Layer, upon receiving the Vision, strayed from his own inclination to share this with everyone and instead kept it inside, guarding it as the First Key to Wisdom. Years later, after drifting more and more into forgetfullness of his Purpose, he saw one day in the clouds his end, his final moments, and was shocked back into Enlightened Senility. For those readers who may have never heard of such a state, this is the moment when one realizes beyond a shadow of a doubt how stupid one is, how ghastly his pursuits, how petty his worries. At that moment he decided he would break through his slothful shell and touch the real, unbridled beauty of the world around him. This did not prove to be an easy task, since everyone knows that the gears of time grind the world under the force of Habit. Cycles are always present, and thus our poor anti-hero found himself continually pulled back into his disgusting filth, which was rotting more and more without the breath of Life it needed to keep its form.
Thus Selfs Layer drifted through years upon years, sharing what wisdom he could and guarding all the rest for some day, some time, some place where dreamers lie with no alibis, disguised under layers of mire and Time.
History has yet to provide us with the future of this Magnetic Martyr, this unJust Joker, this Languid Lover ...
This dream.