#weaver world

[delusyum]

For nothing ever begins. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end.

-- Clive Barker (excerpt from Weaver World) --

[delusyum]

The break in the clouds had grown larger, and there was an expanse of glittering sky above him, pin-pointed with stars. He’d learned the names of the major constellations when he bought his telescope, and he could name them easily; he, the Memory Man. They meant nothing of course, those names, except in the human perspective; they were just tags bestowed by some star-gazer who’d seemed to see a pattern in the scattering overhead: a bow and arrow, a bear, a plough. They meant nothing in the cosmic context. But it was a necessary comfort, to see the stars and call them by name, as if you knew them as friends. Without that courtesy the sight might break a man’s heart.

-- Clive Barker -- (excerpt from WEAVER WORLD)

[delusyum]

What is that place? A memory of a pre-conscious state of perfect contentment, where we believe ourselves whole because we have not yet comprehended the fact of our physical separation from our mothers? Or a religious conviction, too deep in our selves to be subjected to the rigours of intellectual enquiry, that knows our connection to the planet, to animal life, to the stars? A faith, is it? Or a glorious certainty? It isn’t necessary for a storyteller to have answers to the questions they pose, of course; only to be interested enough to ask them.

Clive Barker fromWeaver World