Buddha’s Life Unfolds

La Commedia Doggia, or, Flaubie’s Inferno

Now we come to the crucial first night of the Buddha’s existence on planet earth, of which the world would know nothing but for the fact that Punná told me her story of that first night.

I, Flaubert, wrote it down quite exactly and in as much detail as possible. After doing so, I poured all the words into a Himmeldose and filed it in the Akashic records in the Great Library of Heaven, along with my many other notes from this and other lifetimes.

There this particular little bottle has remained for so many generations that the angels themselves have lost count. Not that that is necessarily any measure, for Angels, unlike Daemons, are very bad at math; but it’s been, like, forever. It was very hard to find among all my notes from other lifetimes. Really I must digitize and make them searchable at some point. Perhaps my friend Ink can help with that.