The Attempt

There is the attempt. That is how they say they tried. That is how the he before him and the him after he justfied their battle. It comes down to the attempt, which tells the they they did well. Because the I became the I in the third person. That I is her, that is the attempt they make.

The question is acceptable. Does she understand the shift? Is she aware? Need she be aware that she is no longer the I in the first person, but the I in the third person.

Ichabod Durling Smith

The man in the tight, worn, faded jeans and dirty, sweaty under shirt was on a quest of epic proportions.  The short, skinny man’s name was Ichabod Durling Smith.  No one on this earth hated his name more than he did.  His parents thought it was a lovely name and so did the kids at school, but only because it gave such wonderful nicknames that they delighted in taunting him with.  He’d had ‘My Darling Icky’ and ‘Icky Darling, Oh Icky’ yelled at him so many times they reverberated in his head ad nauseum. 

His mother loved the story of the Headless Horseman, reading it to him every night as he lay in her womb and up until he was old enough to tell her that it terrified him.  He, unlike his family, which included his parents, three sisters and two step-brothers, he could not stand horror, not even having grown up with Halloween nearly beating out Christmas out in terms of importance in his household.  He was terrified of specters and vampires and other things that creep along in the dark even though they’d all explained to him how none could possibly exist and even without their explanation, he knew logically that the quick shadow on the wall in the corner of his eye was just a figment of his overactive imagination.  Still he couldn’t help himself.  His family loved the idea of these sorts of creatures, despite their scientific background.  His mom was a chemist and his dad a physicist.  Each of the kids, save for Ichabod, were following in their parents’ footsteps.

As for the middle name, it was a family tradition, a name bestowed on the last child in the family.  How it originated and what it means is a question best left unasked for each and every member of the Smith family has a strong opinion on it.  They are all quite opinionated actually and most find it more than a tad annoying as many of them lack any sense of tact.

His last name seemed like a cruel joke.  After Ichabod Durling how could they leave him with such a plain, boring name?  To make matters worse, he had no nickname.  There was no way to shorten his name without making it sound like a taunt and there was no way he was ever going to go by his middle name.  So he was Ichabod and it sucked.  His siblings had normal names like Robert, Jennifer, and Mackenzie.  Ichabod wondered sometimes if his parents hated him.

No matter what they thought, it wasn’t out of spite that he chose to major in journalism.  It was a safe field; firmly rooted in the vines of reality.  There was nothing to be left to the imagination and he liked that.  Everything you saw was actually there.  No crazy metaphors for life or renderings of things we knew existed but could not actually see.  No, journalism was everything it purported to be. 

He did spectacular in all of his classes, maintaining a perfect GPA in a program considered to be one of the toughest in the nation.  Every semester he took an overload of classes while anchoring a news program on the college TV station and being an editor on the college paper.  While his roommates were out partying and getting stoned, he was busy working late into the night on one project or another.  He’d heard their whispers which both questioned his sanity and humanness.  Honestly, he couldn’t help his study habits; you don’t have many friends when you’re called Ichabod.

He was in his first semester of his junior year when something strange happened.  In hindsight, he probably should have just blamed it on the long hours he’d be pulling between classes, the TV station, the paper, and fulfilling the community service requirement his school had just instituted, but then in his caffeine riddled and sleep deprived mind, not to mention the overactive imagination that reared it’s ugly head at all of the wrong moments, how could anyone blame him for thinking the blue unicorn with a green swirl on its sides that suddenly appeared in his dorm room at one in the morning on the night before a major test was anything but real?

The I in the third person

The they, the eye, not the I, becomes the I. The I that she once was is merely the moniker by which she refers to herself. The I in the third person. I am becomes I is. In the past, in a look at the past, there never was a difference. The I was, that is the I in the third person was always I was. She was- I was.

I

In the third person, she becomes the they, the they that compelled she must have a friend. The they wrote to have a friend one must be a friend. To be a friend one must have a friend.

What would the they say?

Change.

Change begets I in the third person.

It is the rule of one.

What would the they say?

Change.

 

How?

 

The Rule of One

Today is the rule of one.
The rule of one says she is not one.

Who is one?

The Rule of One.

One has won.

Who is one?

I

II

III

IIII

IIIII

IIIIII

IIIIIII

IIIIIIII

not

The Rule of One

has won.

Who

is

one?

Am I?

                                                                                                                     Am I?

                                               Am I?

                                                                              Am I?

                                                                                                                                         Am I?

                  Am I?

                                                                                               Am I?

The I knot- the knot eye 

                                     equals not the I.

The

Eye

is

One

Who is one?

The

Rule

of

One

       

Eye

I before e except after c

I gegen eye

I spy with my little eye

eye or I

to be or not to be (to not be?)

to be not

I?

to be 

eye

 Aye, aye?

eye

Aye, aye

Yes sir, yes sir, 

three bags full

eye

eye before e except after c

One

One:

being as single entity, unit, object, or living being

The they say think what the they would say.

The they think, breathe, move,

                                                        act

as 1

I

act

I                         

act                        

I                                             

act                                             

I                                                                       

act                                                                       

One:

charactarized by unity; undivided

The the say act as not the I.

One:

single; lone, not two or more

One:

distinct from all others; only; unique

at one with:

in a state of agreement or harmony

off on one:

exhibiting bad temper; ranting

one and all:

everyone, WITHOUT exception

The they says not the I.

Jack and Jill and Daniel and William and a chicken

Jack and Jill went over the hill because Daniel didn't know what to write. He wrote the Romeo and Juliet were incestuous lovers. William detested the reworking, but Daniel called it a re-mix with an unexpected twist.

Jill stumbled upon a bowl of cereal, complete with milk and spoon. Without thought, but with delight, she ate the bowl. William sent her across the road with the chicken because the bowl was his only meal for the day.

The chicken Jill killed because a bowl of cereal even with milk and spoon was not enough to sate her.