The Mystery of the Lost Puppet

The Pragmatist Nebula May 20, 2009

most have lost their wits while some have lost their souls, i have simply lost my sense of humour. My power to let the shadows go. They have taken over a part of me. That was apparent a long time ago. And ever since they took me i have been living with them; enemies within a friend, or is my friend also a foe?

The nebula of the Pragmatists, as it is known among the more philosophical circles, is a fearsome place for the happy person. There dwell species of all kinds, drawn towards common thought patterns, as if some cosmic wind bore them the scent of realists that existed despite the universe’s tendency to produce nothing but false happyists, convinced the world was rosy when it in reality was painted black.

This common feeling that is known by various words in various worlds, and is known as ‘depression’ to those on earth, is a common feature among the pragmatists. They accept it as an inherent part of coming to grips with the scale and size of the universe, of coming to grips with ones inability to understand it and ones lack of capability to comprehend it during ones lifetime. They are dark and brooding but they accept it as a part of their demeanour and most of them are glad to escape from home planets where such emotional glumness is looked down upon, browbeated and sidelined.

I was skeptical of the Pragmatists ideal in the beginning. until i realized that there really was no ideal to speak of. Even the name ‘Pragmatists Nebula’ was one cast upon it by outsiders, and not by the residents or semi residents that frequented it. It was just a place that the brooding could go to. An intergalactic stopping point where being an emo wasn’t a crime, it was pragmatic, and it was very much a sane reaction.

There is no concerted or organized effort at recruiting more people. There is no central organization or power base that the nebula is operated from. It is just a place, where the like minded just happened to convene, a real place, far away from false optimists and fake smiles. Far away from a norm that demands a smile on ones face all the time.

Its a nice place for a visit, if you’re not a happyist.