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SPIRITUAL MEMOIRS OF A COCKROACH
An innovation in the world of modern literature, Spiritual Memoirs of a Cockroach establishes the ABSTRACT MEMOIR genre as a pillar of discovery of the self and of the world.
Main characters:
The author as R.D.
The author as a cockroach
The author as a fighter against Time
The author as her Soul
The author as the Intergalactic President of the Earth
The author as God
"I loved to crawl about at night, for I felt so small during the light of day, that darkness shaped me a giant standing before God, holding the moon in one hand, and the black hole at the center of the galaxy within me."
The Cockroach- Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach
“I’ll be the end of you...” Time said to me once.
I knew not whether it was I, the sapling that shivered, or I, the insect that hid under the leaves.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” we all choired, for we were all I. “Know you not, you wretched creatures? Know you not that I own you, and you own nothing?”
Ah, Time had acquired a sense of importance!
A fighter against Time - Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach
But God raised the universe’s vibration, and veils of brilliant color enwrapped me, and He said:
"I am all things, sapling, person, and cockroach. And so are you, but, as I am, you also are I.”
God - (Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach)
I took my first breath when the sun bled over the horizon, through the gloom of the fog, and blood was the maker of us all before my companions set off on the adventures they called “life”.
My vessel was an unwanted child, so I lingered.
The Soul - Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach
Sometimes I talk to people, and then, after parting ways, I’m left wondering whether I didn’t talk to thin air like an idiot.
R.D. Insect - Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach
“Intergalactic President of the Earth, where you come from, people are poor. I want money from your people, and I want it now! I want a house on Mars, or I shall crash the Moon against the Earth!”
And I said:
“My people are poor, indeed. Why do you need their money? Look at your outfit, look at yourself! Why do you wish to take from them, since I can see light glowing through the crenels of your palace, far in the distance?”
“Don’t be greedy! Why are you so greedy? I honestly don’t understand why you’re so greedy!”
And I beheld this creaure utterly disgusted, and I cried, pretending that I was sweating due to the heat. He asked if I was crying, and why I was, and I said “I’m not crying... I merely feel too hot.”
He laughed out loud. And I said:
“I could not take from my people, to give to you who has quite more than enough!”
“Don’t be hysterical, darling,” he spoke, “I was merely testing you.”
But I don’t believe in tests, when they hint at those who lack proper food and clothing. And why should I ever rob my earthly family for the love of such a greedy creature?
The Intergalactic President of the Earth - Spiritual memoirs of a cockroach