Nico Nuthouse Here:

Hello corpse! I'm Nico Nuthouse. I was born yesterday, but I am older than the Universe. This is a privilege, for being born at high noon. Not too many people are hatched at high noon, but then, they don't know any better anyway. And what they don't know, they can never fib on. This saves them a lot of shucking, or feeling sorry for themselves or their ignorance. Their ignorance is born in darkness, and nobody will want to know about it anyway. So it saves them a lot. What they do with all they save, I don't know. I will have to do without it, also. Which is fine with me, for I have enough, of all that I need. Which is just myself! This myself-ness is sufficient, to last to the end of time, and maybe two minutes longer, to turn around. And once you can make the turn in two minutes, you have learned a lot.

Actually, there is nothing more to know. But since most donnish-people, think they can learn something, elsewhere, and do it, they forget to learn to turn around. This is a fabulous and quaky mistake. For it shakes their fundamental mentality to pieces. It's rattles the personnality to shatters. Once it does that, nobody can fix it, for it evaporates like mist. The only thing they can do then, is do without. This bothers them a lot, for they forget who they are. Although many of them, didn't even know it before it shook. Anyway, I feel great inner-heartedness for them, but ala!  Whatever that means.

The other day I ran into Hank. He looks good for a wise-guy, but only because he glows. He glows oozing inner-heartness. Sooner or later he is going to blow a fuse. And I told him so. He said not to shuck about it much, for fuses where replaced by him, with solid golden rods. They never blow he says. Solid golden rods are made from compressed and the most beautiful Universal Wisdom one can find. The trick is he says, to find it! But wherever you look, you will not find it in the outside world. For it does not exist there. It just looks that way. I told him, that he went crazier by the minute, because his light glows too much. He asks, what is too much? What is too little? Nico he says, your pattern is, as yet, shining through, as if it belongs there. This is notariacle, by far. Get rid of it he says. It shames the Universe! Be loose, be as loose as a molecule, and know that you belong to the force nobody can see, but is there, because you are a molecule. Loose or not loose.

I told him, that he talked as if he knew something, but did not know what. Right he says, almost right. For the only thing I know is, that I am ignorant. And talk according to what I don't know. That's why it sounds like music to the right listener. But there are not too many around, as yet! But soon, he says, there will be plenty. They will be lining up to the hilt, in order to try to listen to the something I don't know. Yet, I cannot give them a nickel's worth, for it has to come from within themselves. For what I know nothing of, can not be passed on from one guy to the other. But somehow, it is possible to induce, by magnatronic methods in Universal Grunts, into other people by means of the gossip that endures forever. It's an occult science.

Somehow, I have a hell of a time, to tell this publisher on paper what he should print in his Copying scroll. I am trying to write what Hank said. Hank is hard to understand for me. He seems to float above his body all the time. Anyway, that's what Hank said, translated into language I understand. I know what he means, but his words are too Universally basterdized. Which might be good, but not for a 'nit' like me. For although I was born at high noon, that does not mean that I can dig the talkness, Hank is talking about. I told him once, you're way above your nimbus-glow, you blind people with your light. Why don't you screen it a bit. He says, I try, but if I screen it too much, it becomes distorted because of religious-notariability. And that he says, would spoil the light into darkness. And that would be the worst of all. Darkness, we have had for 5000 years or so. And now the time of the great Light is coming up. And I am part of it, and so are you Nico. But each of us, have a different part of the Light. Both are good, and equal. They are only different. I said, you are right at that! For my light, does not blind anybody. I'm screened automatically, because I am that way. He nodded his head, and smiled a lot. And then he embraced me. He felt, like an inner search light and warm to hot. I only see Hank on Sundays. On other days he works, to feed his nimbus-generator, which is his body.