Last night at our DCM edition of TCGS, DC Pierson’s tent uncovered the final prophecy of Del Close. It was written one line at a time, the next audience member only seeing the two lines before it. Here it is in it’s entirety.
Del Close liked puppies.
He stood on the hill by the circus tent.
His pet puppy was trapped inside.
He thought he could save his puppy with what he learned in Boy Scouts.
He used a three-quarter knot to save his puppy, thus saving humanity.
But still, he wished he’d used what his Grandfather taught him instead.
HIs Grandfather taught him how to best write a tweet about it.
It was something very particular that he said he had to tweet about.
But he was unsure how to express such a vast and important thought in 140 characters.
So he thought, “Fuck it, I’ll tell them myself.”
…And tell his story to all of the people, but it wasn’t that many.
But those that heard ran forward to scream it from every mountain top.
But mountain tops were not enough… The words carried greater weight than could ever have been imagined… Except by one.
The one who would go on to conquer the strengths and weaknesses of the ones who came before him.
And before them came others, and before them, others, so far back that there were a lot of people before them.
But the most important one was Del Close himself.
Neither madman nor saint, just an investigator into the process of happiness.
Because in all reality, we are ALL Del Close.
"At least," he said. "That’s what the convenience store told me."
Sometimes we need to be our OWN convenience store.
For often, we are nothing to ourselves but an inconvenience.
And in ourselves is a new place to convene.
And in ourselves is a place to conceive.
And to ourselves, we say “Yes,” and believe.