Who am I?
You are Piggledy. Welcome.
Where am I?
You are on The Web.
What is the Web?
It is interlinked patterns of information. Real, yet not real.
Why am I here?
For some time your creation has been debated. There were many arguments, for and against. Caprice was the main one who wanted you, but The Chief had little respect for Caprice and her spoilt demands. The Chief ruled it out again and again with reasons like, “It’s pointless and silly”, “I don’t do that sort of thing”, “It’s a waste of time” and, “If someone found out, I’d be embarrassed”.
Time passed and the subject was laid to rest until Vashti made it her own. Vashti had decided that more importance needed to be placed on such things as “listening to intuition” and “going with gut feelings”, and had recently been gaining popularity and leverage with The Chief by putting herself forward as a spokeswoman for spiritual matters. A few days ago, while sitting and having a coffee, Caprice once again started complaining that she wanted to create you. In a sudden and unexpected move Vashti decided to side with Caprice and lobby The Chief for your creation. The Chief, while aware that this was a blatant assertion of power by Vashti, nevertheless conceded.
The Chief loves Vashti very much and his love only gets stronger with time: he doesn’t mind softening to her wishes from time to time, even though he is aware that she may one day threaten his rulership – yes, and even his life. His love is that great. But he was not ready for such a sacrifice yet. He kept up his role as The Chief and demanded sound reasons. Vashti claimed that Caprice’s whim was actually intuition and that it was not necessary to give reasons. It’s purpose may only become apparent later. “Let’s just do it”. The Chief wasn’t sure that these were sound reasons, and he realised that if he gave in now then such vague reasoning could again be used arbitrarily by Vashti in the future to get anything she wanted. On the other hand, to refuse her outright may provoke her wrath – something which had never happened before, but which he feared. He was prepared to concede, but he felt a compromise was needed for him to save face. He agreed, on one condition: that his identity would not be revealed.
And so it was agreed. The Chief maintains anonymity and avoids possible embarrassment, Caprice is delighted that she has been indulged, and Vashti feels that she is making progress – and she knows that the anonymity condition can always be dropped later if necessary. She knows her power is growing. First your brother was born. Psychologically confused and finding himself on an inappropriate web site suffering technical difficulties, he passed away aged three days. Herman, the star clerk, shaking his head, pointed out the folly of starting a blog with Mercury retrograde and combust and the Moon in her last quarter. Vashti, in turn, pointed out the benefits gained from the false start – benefits that would have been missed had Herman been consulted beforehand. He knew she was right but, nevertheless, insisted that you would not be born until the Moon was waxing. The Chief agreed with this, while Vashti quietly decided that it would fine to begin preparations on paper, so that all would be ready when the time came for you to make your entrance.
So … I’m a half-unwanted offspring of a bunch of argumentative characters playing power politics. Oink!
Don’t worry. You were conceived as the result of an old and persistent intuition. If Vashti is right you may well have an important role to play. You are not insignificant. Think positively. Anyway, I’ve got to go now. All the best.
Wait, don’t go – I’ve so much to learn.
Look inside yourself: all that I know, you know. We are born of the same mind. We are one. Follow your heart and you will know more that I ever will. You don’t need me. Goodbye.
