Sunset Diary

[L. Bird]

5 May 2006
Sunset

As the sun sinks below the horizon, an intense red in a thinly streaked 
cloudy sky, I imagine another planet. A million times bigger than the Earth. 
A billion times bigger that the Earth. So large, that even if one travelled 
for a lifetime – as fast it is possible to travel without falling apart – 
one could not complete a circuit of the globe. So large that it really is, 
effectively, for all intents and purposes, flat. For even though it is not 
flat, it may as well be. So large is this imaginary planet that people in 
one part of it will never ever meet anyone living on the other side. This 
huge planet was – for the first moment of my little sunset daydream – a 
beautiful empty space, with seas, lakes and countryside that stretched 
endlessly. Like Earth’s best bits used to be. Then it became a planet more 
like ours is today, or the part of Earth that I inhabit. Dense with houses 
and cars. Stinking of sewage in the summer heat. Short of water. Full of 
people wanting to fuck each other. Full of people wanting to fuck someone, 
but who never will. They want to blame someone for that. The people who do 
fuck each other at least look happy.

So the huge planet I imagine – I christen it Acton, after my glorious 
childhood in the suburb of the same name – is equally full of people who 
want to fuck each other. People wanting to make people. What will end this 
mass explosion of people wanting to make more people?

The coming of the Messenger. The coming of the Carrier. The coming of the 
Prophet. The coming of the Messiah. The coming of the Avatar. That 
Prophylactic One, who was the very first to stop wanting to fuck everyone 
else, who realized himself as a herself, as everything, both sexes, no 
sexes, all creatures, all matter, all non-matter, all gas, all life, all 
death, all good, all bad. Everything and nothing. That one was the first to 
arrive at the End – which was of course the same as the Beginning. Poor God 
in Human Form – what a job He has! He has to be spelled in capital letters 
so we know He was the First Home. The first Out, the first In.

He was here recently. You missed him, again. He has to come back again. He 
has no choice. If we don’t listen – and he was very, very quiet this last 
time he came – we’ll keep making people and our planet will just have to get 
bigger and bigger until it is so big, like the one I just imagined, that it 
could be tricky to get the word out to everyone.

This time when He came, God in Human Form may have been quiet – very quiet – 
but He anticipated what I describe. He had a trick up His sleeve to solve 
the problem of the Big Planet covered in billions of people who would never 
meet, and had already missed Him so many times before, and they must not 
miss Him again. He called His idea World Wide Widgets, like in the Broadway 
musical How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying by two of His 
favourite musical hoodlums Frank Loesser and Abe Burroughs who also wrote 
Guys and Dolls, which God in Human Form loved because it was based on the 
story, the essential gist, of Creation itself, the Big Bang as we call it – 
which is of course another way of describing the activities of Guys and 
Dolls. The activity of which I speak has the direct consequence of the 
requirement for Bigger and Bigger Planets. World Wide Widgets got twisted a 
little in translation by the fellow He hired to complete His idea – that man 
was Tim Berners Lee, who invented the National Trust. Sorry, Tim invented 
the World Wide Web Widget. The National Trust was founded in 1895 by three 
Victorian philanthropists - Miss Octavia Hill, Sir Robert Hunter and Canon 
Hardwicke Rawnsley. 1895. Interesting. God in Human Form was born just the 
year before. What an astounding coincidence? Not all all. 1894 was a good 
year for all kinds of things, not just God in Human Form.

Anyway, what a brilliant plan. Two brilliant plans if you include The 
National Trust. I refer here primarily though to World Wide Widgets. For 
now, however big is the planet I might imagine, everyone on it can reach 
everyone else and at least exchange words, photos, movies, music, love, hate 
and porno pictures. Most important, they can spread the news that God in 
Human Form has been, and although we missed him (again), that doesn’t 
matter. It’s all OK. Because we have the World Wide Web-Widget which allows 
us to spread the news. He was just here, and his Good Vibes (as we funky mod 
sixties folk call Universal Cosmic Energy) will be buzzing for a few more 
years. So check this out. His name was, still is, Avatar Meher Baba, and 
coming from love, being made entirely of love, he can only love. Love, being 
love, must love. It’s obvious really.

I imagine a tiny planet now. Just a few of us left. A few billion. We can 
get around our little planet in just a few hours. We are packed in a bit, 
but we don’t mind – we can vacation on the Big Planet if we need some space 
to swing. Even on this little planet it’s good He came back. Because even 
people on small planets like making more people – it’s their favourite 
activity in fact. On our little loving planet, we call this activity, making 
love to one another.

National Trust me. The World Wide Web Widget Can Do. And if I (apologies to 
Frank and Abe) say the wwww can do, then the wwww can do.

God in Human Form has to come back again and again to remind us that we need 
to stop making love to people, and start loving people we make.