A Mutant, a prophet and a liar.
I was walking through the forest today, just examining nature like I always do. I've never been one to question why the leaves were green or why the sky was blue or why the sun rises in bright orange and sets in brilliant violet. I always wondered why that God spent so much time on the ground I tread and so little time on what's above the feet. On my arms, on my chest, on my face. If God created the world is seven days, what day did He create me? Did He procrastinate and then rush to get me done?
"Oops, made the nose a little larger than normal. Hmm, and his penis seems to hang to the right a little." His Omnipotence would mutter under his thunderous breath.
"Riddle me this, great forest, why are you so fair and I so foul?" I asked into the fresh air. Letting the words roll off my tongue and continue down my face racing the tears. They fell in coordinance and nurtured the dry earth that is more commonly known as my soul.
An unexpected reply that would later reveal itself to be the answer came from within the stone well that I sat upon.
"So. . . this is darkness? Well I suppose it's rather comforting in a way. The ignorance of not knowing what's crawling on my arm or lurking in the water between my legs is rather fulfilling in an unsettling fashion. To think that I was persuaded into believing that this would kill me. Well I believed her, and I trusted her and we all know that no good deed goes unpunished. So, what now? Given the false idea of eternal darkness I've found that perhaps life is worth living. Sitting at the bottom of this well I realize that eternal darkness is not so comforting after all. And that the thing crawling on my arm could be my conscience trying to make its way into my brain so that I might start to reason. And the mystery slithering between my feet submerged in this ancient untapped water is my opportunity for a second chance, and a new beginning."
"Or perhaps it's a poisonous spider and a venomous snake waiting to do what you yourself couldn't do. Why were you eavesdropping on my pain? How dare you barge in with your trite dramatic monologue. This is not the moment of the deranged, suicidal failure at the bottom of the well. This is my moment. The self-loathing, starving for pity bastard that I am," I shouted down the long vertical tunnel. Then I spat and began to pick up stones to toss down in hopes of stifling this optimistic blathering.
"Could you toss me a rope, young man? You've just given me another reason to live! I want to flog you like your parents should have!"an angry shout came from the other end of the darkness. I could almost picture the poor man staring up and seeing my face totally framed by white light, and how ugly I must have looked.
"Oh right! I'll be quite expeditious in getting you that rope, you idiot! Why don't you just do us both a favor and start digging your way to Hell?!"
"Look, you can't leave me down here, it's murder!"
"Let's just call it laziness and indifference disguised as euthanasia." I spat again and walked away having found the answer to my worries about my unpleasant appearance. Homicide.
"Oops, made the nose a little larger than normal. Hmm, and his penis seems to hang to the right a little." His Omnipotence would mutter under his thunderous breath.
"Riddle me this, great forest, why are you so fair and I so foul?" I asked into the fresh air. Letting the words roll off my tongue and continue down my face racing the tears. They fell in coordinance and nurtured the dry earth that is more commonly known as my soul.
An unexpected reply that would later reveal itself to be the answer came from within the stone well that I sat upon.
"So. . . this is darkness? Well I suppose it's rather comforting in a way. The ignorance of not knowing what's crawling on my arm or lurking in the water between my legs is rather fulfilling in an unsettling fashion. To think that I was persuaded into believing that this would kill me. Well I believed her, and I trusted her and we all know that no good deed goes unpunished. So, what now? Given the false idea of eternal darkness I've found that perhaps life is worth living. Sitting at the bottom of this well I realize that eternal darkness is not so comforting after all. And that the thing crawling on my arm could be my conscience trying to make its way into my brain so that I might start to reason. And the mystery slithering between my feet submerged in this ancient untapped water is my opportunity for a second chance, and a new beginning."
"Or perhaps it's a poisonous spider and a venomous snake waiting to do what you yourself couldn't do. Why were you eavesdropping on my pain? How dare you barge in with your trite dramatic monologue. This is not the moment of the deranged, suicidal failure at the bottom of the well. This is my moment. The self-loathing, starving for pity bastard that I am," I shouted down the long vertical tunnel. Then I spat and began to pick up stones to toss down in hopes of stifling this optimistic blathering.
"Could you toss me a rope, young man? You've just given me another reason to live! I want to flog you like your parents should have!"an angry shout came from the other end of the darkness. I could almost picture the poor man staring up and seeing my face totally framed by white light, and how ugly I must have looked.
"Oh right! I'll be quite expeditious in getting you that rope, you idiot! Why don't you just do us both a favor and start digging your way to Hell?!"
"Look, you can't leave me down here, it's murder!"
"Let's just call it laziness and indifference disguised as euthanasia." I spat again and walked away having found the answer to my worries about my unpleasant appearance. Homicide.