I don't know what's going on...am I asleep and dreaming of typing this, or am I typing this and dreaming of sleeping? I swallowed a few tranquilizer pills, enough to knock out something at least my size, if not more, but I'm awake now and still thinking. I'm seeing, in some odd way that makes no sense. George is next to me, maybe he knows.
"You know I don't. I’m here, but I know what you know. Nothing more, nothing less.” He grins and flickers out of sight, pops back in so I can see him, vanishes again. “I just look at it differently.”
What is it? “Everything. Life, un-life, the things between.” Things between? "Of course. There's black and white, then the shades in between. Not just grey, everything."
Thomas said you were a "muse". A part of a process, along with a vision and a message. Messages. That’s why you’re here, and that’s it. If there was no message, there wouldn’t be you.
“Of course. The same goes for you, too. If you didn’t have a reason to be, you wouldn’t be. The only problem is finding out why you’re here.”
The ideas. The loa, they use me like a horse, a draft animal for labor. The ideas need to escape. That’s why I’m here, to…what? Capture them? Inform others? Teach--guess--live--prophesize?
“No. Provide a viewpoint. Prophecy is misleading--the future never changes, it just repeats, so as long as you understand the pattern you can see what lies ahead.”
What lies ahead? We’re in a war, aren’t we? People on two differing sides, fighting and killing each other to prove that their idea is better, more right then the other. What comes next…a ceasefire? No…no, that wouldn’t make sense, the ratio is too uneven. Maybe if one side loses followers, or the other side gains fighters, it may happen, but for the time being there is only one thing.
“Persecution. The ones on the smaller idea’s side will be tracked, killed, followed to the best of their opponent’s ability.”
So we have to hide. “No. That would let the foe win. We cannot hide or back down, but must continue forward.”
But that will lead to our doom. If we continue to fight, we will die, we will be struck down.
“Yes, but remember what happens next in the pattern; the ‘renegade’ idea takes hold, gains followers, and there’s a revolution. What happens next you know.”
Yes, yes I do know…don’t I?