Do you think I am feeling pensive, wistful or
resigned at the machines in my garden, if I
were to believe they were doing more than just
pruning my hedgerows? I swear, I can feel sure to
react when I get the telepathic feeling stating: Honey,
they are shrinking your kids!!! So, would they hold it
against me if I did not open my door to the plumber,
who kept banging at my door for over an hour!
I had to feign insanity for my own self-preservation,
if not all yours; and risk being compelled to be
treated as insane by powers that want my compromise!
I am just no sainthood of such martyrdom, as much as
I am an unfailing protagonist of extreme sacrifice!
But the sacrificial altar is wise…and I have too much wisdom!!
I can give credit to the days of James the Just and Jacques du Molay,
being led to their unceremonious unjust deaths, for inheriting all
my intrepidity and wisdom! Would Jacob have laboured for 28 years
(though no labourer was he), if he had no eternal love for truth and
justice and honour and dignity and for Rachel or Joseph or the
sustenance of the world! Would he have wrestled with the powerful
angels? Would Enoch have struggled with humongous insanity to
checkmate the aliens to their abandoning of the otherwise, would-be
captive, imprisoned world? Would Moses have incurred the wrath
of the powerful priesthood? Are you all aware of the relentless nightmare
I lived in to pursue all your redemption? And I am living the life
of an impoverished pauper, for all my favours to you all, renting a poky
apartment and sacrificing all my personal aspirations?!? Would they not
have kicked me out of here, if I was just a crazy, insane, insolent, maniac;
if my maverick but methodical madness wasn’t somehow beneficial to the entire world!
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