Zelazny, Roger - The Night Has 999 Eyes

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Roger Zelazny. The Night Has 999 Eyes

Preface from Unicorn Variations: This was my first mood piece, back

when the world was much younger, with indebtedness to Thomas Wolfe. It's

short, though.

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Listen, please listen. It is important. I am here to remind you. The

time has come for me to tell you again of the things you must not forget.

Sit down, please, and close your eyes. There will be pictures. Breathe

deeply now. There will be odors, aromas.... There will also be tastes. If

you listen closely, you will even hear other sounds within my voice....

There is a place--it is far from here in space but not in time, if you

have the means--a place where there are seasons, a place where the spinning,

leaning globe moves in an ellipse about its sun, and where the year winds on

from a springtime to a bloom, then turns toward a harvest where the colors

wrestle one another above your head and beneath your feet, meeting at last

in a crisp uniformity of brown through which you walk, now walk, sniffing

the life carried above the deadness by the cold, sharp morning air; and the

clouds seen through the opened trees skid across the blue sheet of the sky

and do not give down rains; then, moving on, there comes a time of coldness

and snow, and the bark of the trees grows as hard and sharp as the tongues

of files, and each step you take leaves a dark hole in a white world, and if

you take a handful into your home with you it melts, leaving you water; the

birds do not _wheep, threep, skree, cheep,_ as they do when the color is

upon the land and themselves--they zip their feathers tight and vibrate

silently upon the shelves of the evergreens; it is a pausing time between

movements: The stars come on more brightly (even _this_ star--do not fear

it), and the days are short and nothing really gets done but thinking

(philosophy was born in the cold countries of the Earth), and the nights are

long and given to the playing of card games and the drinking of liquors and

the appreciation of music, the boarding and unburdening of love, the looking

out through rimed windows, the hearing of the wind, and the stroking of the

collie's fur--there, in that still center, called winter on Earth, where

things regroup within the quiescence and ready themselves for the inexorable

frolic thrusting, to dot with periods of green the graywetbrown that follows

the snow, to spend later panics of color upon a dew-collecting,

insect-fetching morality of mornings through which you walk, now walk,

savoring these things through the pores of your skin--there, I want you to

remember, where the seasons proceed in this manner to bear notions of the

distinctive pattern of human existence, to tattoo genes with the record of

movement through time, to burn into the consciousness of your kind the

rhythms of the equally true "Judge thou no man fortunate till he be dead,"

and the rearing of the Aristophanic Pole--there, is set the place of your

origin, is laid the land of your fathers and your fathers' fathers, revolves

the world you must never forget, stands the place where time began, where

man, brave, devised tools to modify his environment, fought with his

environment, his tools, himself, and never fully escaped from any of

them--though he freed himself to wander among the stars (do not fear _this_

stardo not fear it, though it grows warmer)--and to make his sort of being

immortal upon the plains of the universe, by virtue of dispersion unto

ubiquity, fertility unto omnipresence (and always remaining the same,

always, always! do not forget! do not ever forget--things--such as the trees

of the Earth: the elms, the poplars like paintbrushes, the sycamores, the

oaks, the wonderful-smelling cedars, the star-leafed maples, the dogwood and

the cherry tree; or the flowers: the gentian and the daffodil, the lilac and

the rose, the lily and the blood-red anemone; the tastes of Earth: the

mutton and the steak, the lobster and the long spicy sausages, the honey and

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