The Irish tell a tale. (What a way to open this blog. The Irish tell tales and have sayings concerning everything and anything in creation. Honestly, I’ll try to be a bit more creative in future.)
The particular tale the Irish tell, as it may or may not relate to our webseries, Prophet or Madman, is about speaking on one’s own behalf. When you stand before the pearly gates for Saint Peter to determine your eligibility to enter heaven, you stand mute, they say. It is those whose lives your life has affected whose testimony determines your fate. With this idea loosely (very loosely,) in mind, we’ve mainly let others tell Bruce’s tale in our first few webisodes. Yes, we saw him back in webisode #3, Bugs, in his local park recounting an interspecies communication incident that led Bruce to conclude that there is no separation in creation and we did indeed see him two weeks ago in front of the Blood Bank wherein he first heard the voice of God, but mostly we’ve seen and heard from others whose lives Bruce has touched.
Now that these three paragraphs are nicely wrapped up, I’ll leave you with an invitation to watch Prophet or Madman Webisode #5, Talk, Bruce, coming out tomorrow on Patheos, our lovely new home on the internet. But before signing off for today, I feel I’d better add a couple of remarks concerning a few seconds of the beginning and ending content from tomorrow’s webisode. The first one is that Steve’s a funny guy and kind of a trickster. (That could be why he got the job as the Father of the Ugly Baby on Seinfeld.) At heart, he’s really a good family man and upstanding member of his community. He doesn’t gamble. So please disregard that silly little bit at the opening of the webisode. The second remark is an apology from yours truly for the hoity-toity pretension on view at the end titles of Talk, Bruce. I could have just written, “We continue because we must,” but oh no, I throw in not only a gratuitous attribution of that simple quotation, but also the name of the French Enlightenment philosopher Voltaire to boot! Obsequious balderdash, that’s what that is. You don’t have to like us and what we do because we’re smart. We’re just regular folks finding our way forward, as you are. We’re just trying to be kind and courteous and have a little fun as we go. Actually we’re not even really that smart, but, if you want to know Voltaire’s real name, it was Francois-Marie Arouet. Now, there’s some bald-faced sycophantic ingratiation for you.