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flexibeastAll i've been trying to do is get home. True, my transport is not in the best condition; but it's what i have to work with. But then i find that you are determined to block my progress; indeed, to insist that your path become my path, that your path is the only path of any value. i wasn't concerned about you, not interested in what you say or do, but you forced me to become interested. And then i find that you're determined to push your love of violence, pain, suffering and power-over onto everyone else.
So what do i do? i try to survive. i let people know about you and your kind. And i do survive, and that makes you even more upset and more determined to stop me from interfering with your plans. So you try deception, try hiding your true self within something that other people will find more acceptable, until you can suddenly reveal that true self, and reveal to people the nature of the person they have been admiring, and use your position to do to those people what you will. To no avail; i am better than even i thought at perceiving people's true nature, and you are no exception, and i call you out before you have a real chance to hurt the ones i love.
And then something amazing happens: i meet The Janitor. The Janitor is, in essence, like you, but preceded you and your god by many a year. You long ago ceased to think of The Janitor as having any power or significance; perhaps because his humility restrains his exercise of power, and you have no respect for humility. In fact, your god tries to destroy him, to destroy what he represents; but although your god destroys The Janitor's body, his soul is never destroyed, and that soul serves as the kernel around which The Janitor develops a new body.
The Janitor greets me warmly. He gives me an insight into the minds of you and your god, the sort of insight that you could have into people like me, were you less interested in conquering and more interested in exploring and discovering. And that insight makes it appear to you that i'm on your side, that i share your values and goals. At least on the surface; and you soon realise with horror that i am your enemy, deep within your territory. So you throw everything you have at me, but i deflect it all, and we are at a stalemate, because though you wish to destroy me, but can't, i wish not to destroy you, but that you leave me alone. But you won't.
We didn't have to be enemies. But you insisted on pushing yourself into every area of my life, insisted that i surrender to you, that i accept your supremacy. So out of respect for myself, for my own choices, i have defended myself. And i will continue to defend myself; and i will continue to survive.
So what do i do? i try to survive. i let people know about you and your kind. And i do survive, and that makes you even more upset and more determined to stop me from interfering with your plans. So you try deception, try hiding your true self within something that other people will find more acceptable, until you can suddenly reveal that true self, and reveal to people the nature of the person they have been admiring, and use your position to do to those people what you will. To no avail; i am better than even i thought at perceiving people's true nature, and you are no exception, and i call you out before you have a real chance to hurt the ones i love.
And then something amazing happens: i meet The Janitor. The Janitor is, in essence, like you, but preceded you and your god by many a year. You long ago ceased to think of The Janitor as having any power or significance; perhaps because his humility restrains his exercise of power, and you have no respect for humility. In fact, your god tries to destroy him, to destroy what he represents; but although your god destroys The Janitor's body, his soul is never destroyed, and that soul serves as the kernel around which The Janitor develops a new body.
The Janitor greets me warmly. He gives me an insight into the minds of you and your god, the sort of insight that you could have into people like me, were you less interested in conquering and more interested in exploring and discovering. And that insight makes it appear to you that i'm on your side, that i share your values and goals. At least on the surface; and you soon realise with horror that i am your enemy, deep within your territory. So you throw everything you have at me, but i deflect it all, and we are at a stalemate, because though you wish to destroy me, but can't, i wish not to destroy you, but that you leave me alone. But you won't.
We didn't have to be enemies. But you insisted on pushing yourself into every area of my life, insisted that i surrender to you, that i accept your supremacy. So out of respect for myself, for my own choices, i have defended myself. And i will continue to defend myself; and i will continue to survive.
Oh no, don't you put me in that box
You know what you can do with those locks
Bet your life i'll come crawling out again
You'll have to deal with me then
You'll hear me in the wind . . .
