This advertisement, born on From-Bartleby.com, speaks of its homeland, of From-Bartleby.com
Of this beloved safe haven for itself and writings related to it by both blood and circumstance, this advertisement proclaims the following:
Please Take Heed:
From-Bartleby.com contains stories about manufacturing, advertising, distributing, and selling Pure Love. This is not the same as containing Pure Love Itself.
Please Reconsider Your Bellyaching:
Pure Love Itself is prior to all containers–be they intellectual, emotional, or physical. So how could you expect a website to contain Pure Love Itself? Just how unreasonable has all this ad-flattering made you, consumer? And anyway, isn’t merely discussing Pure Love a sacred act? Isn’t the soul/body/soul/heart/soul/mind/soul already forever face to face with Pure Love, making the mere mention of a love that is only an infinitely kind infinitely giving love–with no further agenda or interest–enough to conjure up a prickling awareness of this fundamental underlying magic? Here at Wandering Albatross Press we cast out no demons; we heal no invalids; we save no souls; we are, after all, but humanbeings and the daydreams of humanbeings. And yet here at Wandering Albatross Press we say and we discuss and we muse and we wonder “Pure Love” over and over again: Thus we speak the sacred thoughts that travel to the heart of it all and back again, allowing the attentive mind to sink both deeper into itself–its ideas, feelings, senses-of-things–and beyond itself and all limited perspectives; in this self/beyondself oscillation, a human’s wisdom and goodness grow and see themselves in each other. So what’s so terrible about this advertisement? How is it hurting anyone? Isn’t it rather contributing to a healthy song and dance? And isn’t singing and dancing in and of itself generally healthy? And so how very healthy must a healthy song and dance be! Therefore, we at WAP publish this advertisement, and its object–From-Bartleby.com–with a relatively clear consciences (the exact level of goodness and wisdom within our advertisement is not measurable even to our delicate sensors, and so we must–like all responsible publishers–persist in the worry that we might not be pushing towards the True Good with an adequate amount of earnest stability and forgiving fun).
Author: Bartleby Willard, who never was, yet is, was, and always will be a never ending fire–extinguished in measure and kindled in measure.
Editor/Copyright: Andy Watson
Feel free to print up this advertisement and leave it wherever littered advertisements are permitted and relatively effective. Feel free to do so within the bounds of good taste and reason.