The Goblin's Litany of Becoming

Originally written on May 30, 2024




I knew that I had to be patient. Time never waited, and I was often not allowed to watch the world.

I knew that if I tried hard enough, I would be unable to inspect everything.

But in essence, the world I lived in was small.

It was this bubble, and it was around 10,000,000 houses in size. But that is incredibly small.

As a goblin, I gathered my strength and often helped out with my mother when she was working.

I did not understand the work, but I knew the actions that I had learned to replicate overtime. It was now instinctive in me, and any disruptions I intuited with instinctive frame-working. I did not know who I was before this, but I know now that my identity lies in this very succession of cyclical events.

When action became identity, I knew that I was.

Yes, that succession exceeded me, so I am succeeded everyday. It is then this newest me that conducts the work. Where I was, who I was, and what I am about to do are altogether faithful in creating sufficient justification. But there is no distinction between the three.

I act because I am. I am because of my actions. I am where I am because of who I am. I am who I am because of where I am and because of my daily actions. Thus, I am my actions and where I am. But ultimately, all three are true and not mutually exclusive in me. There is no psychological barrier or compartmentalization, but there is only a uniform, undivided, whole entity, or a unit.

I work quickly, and my parents are listeners of my requests, because my requests tie into the actions expected from me. I request for resources, and using these resources, I conduct my actions.

It is a simple natural succession of events.

There I am, there I was, there I will be. And there is my self, where self, ingoing expectations (which are immediately confirmed and portrayed by actions), ingoing purpose, and place are a unitary entity.

I finish my work for the day, and nothing happens.

I think that nothing is everything in that moment, because this is my everything, in this sober and moderate positive externality that I am, as I was born from my mother and father's fortunate get-together.

I think that as a goblin, I might find friends, but I am unsure whether I can fully be one with them that we might get together for the sake of creating harmonious, productive association. I want to make a world that is beautiful.

But how can effectiveness be married with the desires for peace? Is effectiveness so easily married into this world? Can I create beauty while maintaining peace? Is not beauty a push against this world? At least, that is my view. Effort is a necessity for beauty, as we are altogether effort (action).

So I go forth.

I act against and in favor of my existence. This is what makes life satisfying, that I am a uniform entity comprised of the aforementioned undividable components.

My very being is consistent (uniform).

The object of my focus is running and making calls.

It is shaped with four limbs, that of two arms and two legs, and it is hairless. It is close to another familiar object that has brown fur.

I use my work to create life; here the object of my focus envelops my hand. And the earth meets it.

It then absorbs my momentum and the extremities of my limbs. It shakes the air for a moment, but it then stops.

The object of my focus has stopped its voice and ended its manipulations of the wind (through movement).

It met my hands and weighed against them, as it later fell upon a pit where it accepted fire.

I left the area. This arrangement was one of the actions expected from me by my parents.

I then went into another area.

There another object met my eyes. It dashed from tree to tree, allowing the forms of the trees to cover it. It then embraced my hands, receiving the force with which I had imbued them. It flew backward and landed upon the ground, shaking its form.

It then accepted my hands again, bearing the weight of my body. It travelled backward and struck the earth.

It shook itself and raised a limb.

It acquired my velocity, and it drove to the ground.

It stopped moving, and as with the last object, it weighed upon my hands. Eventually, it leapt into a pit where it possessed fire.

I was completed, so I went home.

The next day, I went again into the area. There two objects met my eyes.

These objects used large boulders to cover themselves, and they flew from spot to spot, picking up tools.

They released these tools, and these tools avoided me.

They stopped the force of my tool, and they moved away. They received the next force of my tool, but they also surrounded me, covering me with their forms.

They met my wrinkled expression, and they accepted the energy of my jump, sitting down suddenly upon the ground. They grasped the strength of my tool and quickly descended upon the ground. They gained the vigor of my hands, and they dropped upon the ground again.

The momentum of their limbs avoided me, and they soon met my hands.

They plunged to the ground, and one by one, as they received my tool, they stopped moving.

They weighed against my hands, and they ultimately rolled into a pit where they obtained fire.