I'm standing on the crest of a wave.I'm looing down upon creation, seeing the souls swish from side to side, sliding down the rope of time. Some bump into knots, others get rope burn. All oblivious to the final freying that will end them all.I climb onto the white horses and sail through air. Elements combined to create the world. Who knows? Maybe everything is connected. Your atoms and mine, the trees the clouds the buildings.After all this, I'm surprised to find that I'm cold.
'Why are you sitting in the kitchen. There is a party going on.' 'I have to extract myself from social situations, otherwise the world will emplode.''...And how did you reach that conclusion?''It's simple anti-matter. I am anti-social, therefore, should I ever touch anything social, we will both emplode, resulting in such an outburst of energy and gamma radiation that I would take the whole world with me.'laugh'You're sweet.''...Why are you still here? Why are you still talking to me? Most people would have run away by now.''You had me at the word emplode.'
You will never know what this means.You will never be able to understand what I have written, when I have written. Why did I write? That knowledge is mine alone. These words mean nothing to you. You, dear reader, are completley ignorant to the subtext, the subtle hints, the connotations. You can guess. Of course you can. Nevertheless...This will play on your mind. Whilst walking, you will silently wonder about the meaning. It will become an obsession. It will knaw constantly at the back of your mind until it works its way to the fontal lobe....Ha
It is my destiny to become the leader of the revolution.When the world is fed up with the current leaders always failing in their duties, I will be on call to arm and organise the force of disgruntled individuals. Firstly, we will tak France (It won't take that long), then, as I steadily gather followers, all the other countries will collapse and fall into my empire, the first truly free world. The first Utopia.However, the dream will sour. I will become mad with power.Everyone will have to call me 'Your royal sir highness of all' on Tuesdays.
'Dad...''Yes.''How come Santa can get around the world in one night?''He's magical.''Like the stork?''Yes, exactly like the stork.''...How come Santa can drive his sliegh after having lots and lots of mulled wine, but that policeman pulled you over after having only one glass and gave you three points?''Well...Santa doesn't really come into contact with many policemen'.'You mean he's like as outlaw?''No! It's just that...he has special immunity.''So if he nocked someone down and killed them, he wouldn't go to jail?''Not unless he did it in America.''...Ok.'
'I have some questions.''You always have questions.''First. Why do we ask questions?''Because we're humans. Next.''Why do humans need to ask questions?''To give us the illusion that we think about life and its meaning. It makes us look intelligent. I love the irony. Those who ask the most questions are seen as the most knowledgeable.''What is the meaning of life?''To learn.''How long is a piece of string?''As long as the sky.''What does red smell like?''Sulphuric acid mixed with pure anger.''...What do you want to eat?''No idea. Something light.'