Thursday, January 19, 2012

Autobiography 2

It was at the age of 1 that I discovered the Philosopher's Stone. The key was the realization that there was no difference between the Final Transmutation and the Elixir of Life--if a substance were so awesome as to turn base metal into gold, the Universe seems to have reasoned, it might as well grant unending life.

That was the realization, but I have forgotten the Secret, and without the Secret, the Stone won't run. It just sits belching smoke and steam for a while, then asks in a sort of wheedling voice, "Can I go home now?" And, because you don't know what else to do with it, you let it.

In a way, all my life since that year has been a quest to recover the lost secret of the Philosopher's Stone.


Robin said...

This makes me ridiculously happy.

Ethan said...