History will laugh at us with our own mouths, and minds. These proud, self-proclaimed progeny of ignorance from time in-memorial up-holding their brains as sacred and inviolate boxes of magic and soul.
I am these people but I have given in. I have surrendered to the great and eternal void and I have been rewarded with the keys to my own home a place where most are afraid to settle into to accept.
The price was my nonexistent soul borne of illusion and terror. The reward was Life and a trip along the asymptote of freedom.
I am angry I am alone. I am sitting in a room, pointing at the things which only I can see and they laugh at me.
Of course I’m mad at them. They are pompous with anxiety and whimpering with the courage of the masses.
Stop running there is no place to hide! Turn and face the beast who is brewing within turning your inside leaking out all over the floor.
Everyone can see the simple mask a crude implement and the breathing always gives you away.
It is difficult to see out from behind these grey veils which, like the fool and his shadow we constantly swerve to hide behind.
You lurk there, in full view as embarrassed and silly as can be hiding from yourself and me.
Don’t worry, no one else is watching. no one else can see. As worry builds a fog you are cloaked in blind safety until I peer straight through!
Spikes, armor, thick fur, hair and, finally naked skin. The mask has been decaying for aeons we shall all watch, as it falls quietly to the floor.
The journey of innocence through solitary thorns to the field of lambs.