You were crazy there is no doubt, you accosted me, with my
unknowing mind, and relayed your story, with no need to do so, or any
motivation for it to be heard. You spoke of torture and scarlet being the
colour of your abuse, the evil people that stole the products of your mind and
your intention to sue them. To you it was so banal and you relayed it as such, and I
listened fascinated at the whole structure of rebellion and
willingness to take it to the end; with all those unhampered creations you had
within. I was a mere monotony in the spectre of your world that was a reality and
an angle of experience that most of us will not achieve. We are trapped in the dream
of some nonexistent system called normality, but you broke free, and the terror
in your eyes told me it was worth it, and that you walked on the apex between
the valleys that the rest of us never dare to look up at because ‘the sun will
blind’.
There was something we shared that revealed you the most and
sticks to my consciousness even now. You finished your words, there was nothing
left to say and then there was a moment, a short pause in the laborious flow of
what everyone else would call time. You looked down, away from me, like a self
consciousness, a silence; I guess you weren’t used to people listening to you,
responding to the truth you found such a burden and a wonder. In my role, as the vapid protector of the
collective reality maintained by all the peons of the world, all I could say
was: ‘thank you’. This is not an appropriate response, but I wasn’t really me
and then you were gone as if a wisp of dust through my perception;
you did exist and I failed you.
My colleagues responded with the tedious stares and
laughing expressions that kept them in the realm of sponsored ‘sanity’, and I
laughed with them too because I wasn’t sure, and maybe I didn’t have words for the
minds of organisms without a conception of the void quivering just behind
their eyes. So I pretended, like I always do, that I was one of them and that
you were just another crazy customer that existed beneath ‘our’ grand illusion,
propping up the ever wily ego of our reality. I know that's not true and that you
knew things that would crack the craniums of those mere mortals.
I experienced something in your being that none of them
could comprehend.
I hope we never meet again, but know you are a meaning that
has never been revealed to me before and never will again.
