The Magic And Mystery Of Potato Knishes

The One And Only Chapter

Potato Knishes, why must they be turned into little black squash balls? There is a solemn beauty in potato pancakes, which is snuffed out like a feeble candle-flame the moment ones succumbs to the allure of squash balls. Do not despair and turn to squash balls, but focus on the potato pancakes: and in them find new meaning. Potato pancakes, perhaps, can match, or even surpass squash balls in beauty. Or rather, they will have a beauty only a potato pancake can have: for to compare the beauty of two objects diminishes the significance of both beauties. If you seek squash balls, create them of potato pancakes, but do not forget the squash balls you have encountered along the journey.

Last night I woke up around midnight, and what I saw was little king John gazing into my bedroom with his neck stretched around the edges of my window. Falling asleep again I was scared, but convinced myself it was a dream. The next day I woke up, remembering nothing, until I saw a potato knish lying on my desk. I saw all what happened again. I didn't know what to do, let alone what to think, I went downstairs still in shock, planning to search on the internet if others have had this delirious experience, only to find out this video was on full screen when I started up my computer, it didn't go away from my screen. As I pressed the power button on my computer, it exploded. For a couple of seconds I heard a high noise, thinking it was all over, only to find out afterwards, that this song didn't stop. It can still be heard in this room until today, and there is still no explanation.

I am trapped in a void of knishes and squash balls. I float aimlessly through a river of centipedes. I have plenty of time to think about the magic and mystery of potato knishes. Time stands still.

Where am I? I am everywhere, no that cant be right, I can feel my thoughts, I can see my thoughts my thoughts are "real". This isn't right, this place has now laws, no logic I cannot exist here, yet Im standing here, staring into a void of emptiness, but emptiness is a concept, and concepts need logic to exist, the very concept of existing does not apply here. I cannot leave, yet I cannot enter. Its all a concept that does not apply here, but there is no here, existing in a place is a concept so there can be no "here in a place where there is no logic to create the physics of existence, but it feels like wherever "here" is, is everywhere, all around us, it is so close, yet so far away. No that cant be right, Ive already explained close and far, they're both concepts we cannot apply them to the description of here. It is nothing, but it is an absence of nothing, there is no nothing here, there is no structure to hold nothing, therefore nothing does not exist here. It is beyond nothing. Wait, but there is everything also, everything is here, even the things that we dont consider possible are here, possibility is a concept that cannot be applied here, so we must bypass it. Everything is possible, but nothing is possible. Have I found it? The existence of The Great Ones? Is this it? Amongst the silence of the nothingness and deafening sounds of everything, I can hear a voice. It is not speaking words, yet I understand, my mind is forming a bond with the speaker, this being both exists and does not exist, I can see a word! Potato Knishes" I also feel it, smell it, hear it and I can sense it through other ways, other senses! I have other senses, but Ive always known that, hang on I just got here! How did I? Oh. Time, we have no use for it here, more to the point it does not exist here, hang on yes it does, but I can touch it! I can control time, I can recreate the universe in billions of different ways!

I was listening to this at night. A few minutes in, I went into a trance. I felt the centipedes crawl into my ears as I started dazing off. The following day I woke up in a hospital. I tried calling for a nurse, nobody came. I felt horrible, my head hurt and couldn't hear. Then two little black squash balls popped from my ears and skipped away through the open door. I could hear again! I decided to stand up and slowly make my way outside. Not a single soul in the entire hospital. As I walked through the hallways, I heard static noises from every room with a television set inside. Minutes later I finally arrived at the exit. I swung the doors open to step outside. It was dark, only a few dim streetlights were on. I could hear the faint sounds of the video I was listening to yesterday echo through the empty streets. It got louder and louder, until the windows were trembling from the sheer volume. Steps behind me. A hand on my shoulder. Then a voice: "This hospital creates potato knishes."

Little King John has ascended to a higher state of being than any mortal can achieve. He's not in space, he is the space. It's his shadow that creates the darkness, and it is his life giving tears that are Suns. Galaxies are his breath, and Nebulae are his farts. Black holes are his injuries, and planets are his hairs, ready to be destroyed by the Suns and Black Holes. His eyes are forever closed and crying, due to our foolishness. For thousands of years, we have worshiped false gods. And now look at King John, he is crying. He cannot escape the nothingness of what is a timeless realm. We should all repay him, by burning our books of Heresy and look to his crown like we should've done since the Dawn of Time. At times, he is angry, thus volcanoes erupt, Meteors destroy civilizations and he releases famines that kill many of our fellow man and our means to survive. We should burn the books of sin, and look to a better, brighter and safer future. Accept King John as your god, and you shall join him in a state of complete godhood.

King John takes a slow steady breath as he looks over his kingdom, he was depressed, lonely and insane. He must destroy himself before that disease takes over him for good, he looked up into the sky tears in his eyes. His lips trembled before a huge sob came from his mouth, he fell on his knees before shouting "WHY!?" King John then got up and wiped his tears away, he then stepped on to the cliff and took a deep breath before saying "there's no God". He jumped off the cliff, King John was no more for he has sacrifice himself for his and others safety.

All the beauty descends upon me. Everything is a void of meaningless entanglement... What really is life? Is it just energy of lifes existence? Or is it just potato knishes? Lightness and Darkness are different, but the same. The internet has gone into a higher level, yet the mortals have fallen behind. It stands in place... All of it. The Sun and Moon lower upon me.... I am letting go of everything, yet the only thing I can see - Is it true? Potato Knishes, Squash Balls, Caterpillars and worms.