No Epitome

there was a time when the delusional blamed what they termed “evil” on “creatures,” “spirits” & “demons”--- all were meant to terrify the living whilst at the same time making them comfortable in knowing that they had imagined the most horrible things that could possibly be & in doing so, their world made sense again. the unknown (source of their actual fear) was so much less terrifying when it had a face & those who held the mutual delusion, felt that face was the epitome of all that could be deemed “evil”--- that is to say, every day that went by would bring real life hardships full of diseases they could not detect, starvation due to crop failure or the inability to acquire meat supplying that vital protein which has kept our minds a’churnin’ for so long & yet, time & energy would be spent in the creation of more tales of fiction & in the suffering at the hand of such tales, where new real life catastrophes had to be woven into the characteristics of all the delusions, so as to keep them appropriate--- had there been a threat level imagined, such as the one dreamt up by dubya, then it probably would have been painted on planks less perfect than 2 x 8’s sold at Home Depot. fashioned in some way at the entrance to the village, so as to welcome all visitors with the right amount of panic. there are people who still delight in the panic of ages past, who feel more secure in being scared of anything the imagination can muster, in order to provide a constant epitome of what they believe to be “evil,” so as to keep the world at bay (inside their head), so that comfort comes when the whole world still makes sense, when the whole world is guided by something, when the individual has meaning--- it is these very people who in reality, are those to be most feared, when they get their hands on power, when they get their hands on a microphone & when the masses who want everything to make sense, start to listen to them.