So, two preachers walked into a bar...

I walk the Earth a man amongst men, a comfortable geometric happy marriage, a cyclical brotherhood, a confessing member of the best genetic drift, the winner of the human race. I love you and it stuns me to see you destroy yourselves.

I walk the earth a God amongst Worms. I see the distended belly of your gleeful idiocies, your epistemological pimples and cultural Ponzi schemes. Never forget your games as games, and your lies as lies, you filth. I have never been one of you, and thus began my downgoing.

Crazy is a deviation from a behavioural mean. Alien cultures have crazy so different to ours that we want to bottle it up and take it home. Psychic borers, zombies, evil spirits, haunts and ghouls abound and they appear to be every bit as real as our sanitised versions. Best of all, crazy does not cross over. One man's devilish possession is another man's loss to explain. Our culture is squirreled away deep inside us, and we cannot explain each others aberrations.

If everyone does it, it must be normal. If it is normal, it is reasonable. Then call me wilfully, gleefully, utterly mad. Point at me and call me names, please. Every suspicious glance is beautiful. Can one disagree with everything? Is the best in us badly hidden or absent?

Man is something that should be managed.

Man is something that should be overcome.

A brain is such a splendid structure. If it was turned on the potter’s wheel of Baby Jebus, or coaxed into being by the ebb and flow of a million, million generations, the reaction is still the same... fucking hell, this thing is spectacular. It is so complicated we are reduced to hurling bricks at its edges to see what falls off the other side. We cannot take it apart and see how it works. We cannot properly look inside. We are blind men looking through frosted glass.

Have you ever considered the sum total of the interactions which went into your present construction? How much action, dynamism, brutality? How many switches were flipped? How much churning, how much pain? What of your passivity in the face of these sprawling centuries of all-in brawling? Do you have no responsibility to move your feet of clay just a little faster? Why do you sit? We have no answers, so you stop asking questions just as everything is starting to get interesting? Nothing is more arrogant than a yawn.

I can hear you now. Stop that. You are trying to ruin something beautiful.

I have my reasons, trivial being. Your glittering city is a pastiche of worn concrete and street corner whores. The sooner you realise, the sooner you will kill yourself. What after that, I do not know. But it is the way.

Can you really live your life like this? Do you really think you can embody this kind of anger? Do you know how ridiculous you sound, and how little people care of your railings?

I cannot wear my thoughts on my sleeve. I too must eat and walk. Your kind has left me with very few options - I could be a hermit, or a prophet, but would you open your kind and reasonable face to such a madman? There was a time you might trust a man who rose up out of a sunset, but such a face you have now! Look at your precious little cheeks.

Do not ridicule me. You are a tiresome adolescent in a world that needs men, and you do not know more than I do. Do you know above all others or all else? What of your alleged intelligence?

What of your compassion? I am your fellow man. Surely that is the most forgivable of sins.

Well. What of hope?

What OF hope? Shall we put it on the shelf with the other jollies follies that have run their dash? Let’s. Let’s shine it up nice and keep it next to the silverware. What could a war-ape possibly do with hope? Stupid child.

The Enlightenment will return.

Experiments cannot be wrong. They only ever fail because we cannot interpret the results.

The human spirit will defeat you.

You are the guardian of the human spirit. Take off your clothes.

This is my morning, and the day begins.

This is your twilight, and I will miss you. But you will go.

There isn’t enough room in this head for both of us.

Suppose there is. Suppose this dynamic never fails, never falls...

...then we could be here quite some time.