The Adventures of Coolie Coolstein: Episode 86
It was just a passing comment, uttered by Barbie Blue (of all people). “Must all things come to an end?” She was just repeating something she had heard, and she wanted to sound like she was in the know. You know. Coolie, never one to passively accept even the most oft repeated homily (unless he does, of course), stopped in his tracks. (Don’t you just love that image? I mean what kind of tracks do you imagine Coolie makes? Deep ones, shallow ones, steady or erratic ones? But I digress…)
“All things? Does that mean everything? Everyone? Can there be exceptions? Come on, please say yes.”
“Well… I don’t really know, oh Coolstein my Coolstein. Maybe we should ask someone else. Someone wiser.”
“Who? Shtew? Mickey? Are they wise?”
“I think so. At least they both say they are.”
“That works for me,” Coolie said with anticipatory relief.
And so the question was posed to the two wise men (ahem).
Here’s what they said:
Shtew, always wishing to present an all-knowing image, spent about two minutes just nodding sagely. He crossed his hands over his belly (something he had seen in an old production of Fiddler on the Roof); he sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders; and then he did his famous two-step and ended with a crowd-pleasing click of his heels. Coolie was duly impressed.
“It is said,” said Shtew, “that there are non-ending energies or entities. The name we use is infinity – or eternity: really two forms of the same thing, dontchaknow.” This really exhausted Shtew’s store of wisdom and he had to sit down on the beach and eat a nectarine.
Coolie was not quite satisfied, so he checked in with Mickey Mental.
Mickey put on quite a show: he made some astounding googly-eyes, stretched his mouth first into the widest grin ever and then into a purportedly pensive frown. He jumped up and down and sideways for 85 seconds. He flapped his arms so fast that he lifted about an inch off the ground.
Coolie was impressed as all heck. He was ready for the pearls of wisdom.
Mickey, after he caught his breath, said, “What was the question? Were you asking about dinner?”
By now, Coolie wasn’t exactly sure what he had said, so – being a good go-along kind of guy (and extremely cool) – said, “Yeah, dinner. What are you in the mood for?”
In a flash (and I do mean that literally – there were streaks of gold and silver light and a bone-shaking sonic boom) Mickey recalled the original query. “I feel like Chinese. And everything comes to an end unless it doesn’t.”
Oh, thought Coolie, that Zen stuff again. I think I’ll ask DaddythebigDaddywhoseyourDaddy. He’ll know. Or…he’ll think he knows. Either way, that’s good enough for me.
And so, Coolie consulted with his real non-human father. Daddy was – as always – nothing if not certain.
“If you follow closely in my footsteps, you will never end. But if you step off the path, then…lights out.”
This was quite anxiety-producing for Coolie, so he decided to forget Daddy’s words and concentrate on finding a good Chinese restaurant – which was hard enough.
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