See, for many years I would pass by the Cathedral three times a week and just stick my head in to see what might be going on. Lessons and revelations are presented regularly in the Cathedral of the One True Comic, but the teaching, discussion and philosophizing is conducted immediately adjacent in the Tabernacle. I would cast an eye in there occasionally as well.
But one day, back in March, there came a revelation of Time -- with the dictum "Wait for it" -- that started so much discussion that I just had to hang around for the rest of it. I took a seat in the very last pew of the Tabernacle and have attended almost all of the teachings and discussions. I was firmly (if invisibly) ensconced in the Tabernacle of Time or the One True Thread. (Y'otter totter in with us.)
Others were equally taken and a congregation grew quickly; the group is pretty neat! It's a varied lot, and judging from the name tags I see, quite international and very urbane as well. Although there are some senior members, it seems the average age is young-ish. (Heavens, I think I own some cars older than many regulars.) For many reasons, some of the regulars have fallen away so I thought perhaps I should get up, get a name tag and join the congregation. I’ve noticed some other Cats here too, so maybe I’ll move up to another pew.
You see, each hour another revelation is presented in the Cathedral. A parishioner picks up a copy of the new picture and posts it in the Tabernacle. At the sounding of the sacred ONG, as many as will then assemble in the ToT for speculation, discussion, and no little bit of tomfoolery. The series of pictures from the beginning comprise a story line of the two little characters on a journey. What we have seen so far is not so revealing that we can guess at the ending, and that is a large part of the happenings in the ToT. So, as admonished, we Wait for It.
The congregation is SO varied that no firm doctrine (other than the initial commandment) has evolved. Most of the lessons come from discussions and reference to other writings. Should you miss an ONG, it’s hoped that you’ll perform the revered Ketchup by reading what you missed. If you've missed a lot, you may want to read all of the teachings in order. That's known as a Blitz and a long one may get you a hat awarded for merit. You wear it on your name tag. Hats are usually awarded for exemplary service to the faith, but also occasionally simply on request. The original Hatter has gone out of business but others have risen to the need.
But what an easy going group; I mean they have sects and random texticles and everything! (Oooh, ahhh!)
Many of the sects formed early when the early lectors were predicting how the story would unfold. Some think the tale will loop back to the opening frame; they are the Loopists. Others think it will go on forever (the Eternalists). Some say it will be a metaphor for something in Lord Randall’s life, and this I firmly believe. Therefore, I am a metaphorist.
Which is handy because our little friends in the story recently met a forest, which, symbolically as a refererence might have been a metaforest. Regardless, I cling to the words of a Lector in the Early Church (Angelastic) who said, “… I don't think Randall is making us wait and refresh just to say at the end 'HA! Something terrible happened! to me or my wife!' Sure, if enough time passes, people/universes will disappear, and maybe that will happen here, but time will pass first and it will be lovely, poignant, funny, surprising, tedious etc. rather than morbid.” Other lectors and readers have said much the same.
And Sis, you’d love the Music and Arts committee in the Church of the OTC. There’s people who write new hymns using old tunes to fit the recent teachings; most results are pretty remarkable and some are stunning! Others write adjunct stories or futurist novels, and one has even written a play with cues and everything. (I’m not sure even the best stage manager could call the show off his cue list but that’s an easy fix.)
What’s more, the Literary sub-committee writes poetry and encourages a particular form know as double-dactyls. Most of the submissions are pretty good although some fall to Earth of their own weight. These of course become terradactyls and are not heard from again, a pterrible fate for such strong efforts.
Join us at the church, Sis. When you get there, the password is “caffeinatedbaby…”, er, “raptorsemencancer…,” no, um it’s “molpy-beesnakeflutter…”. Oh, hell! – Just mention bacon and I’m sure they’ll let you in.
All my love,