Part I – God:
It was one of those days when boredom denied the existence of time and killed the possibility of comings and goings. Heat wrestled with it’s victims like a locked-up hippo in heat and i cried no complaint as my mind severed me from this shallow world so that i fell onto a stony ground most hard.
Daemons and ghosts approached me and soon we juggled words about the death of true religion in the hearts of Man, the manner in which intellectuals procrastinate, and the magicians Christos and Crowley. I could not help but notice that my new companions were burdened with sadness and reflection throughout our politics. Lest i seem uncaring, i them did delicately question.
“Don’t you know!” they all cried in disbelief. I bowed my head in no, ashamed at my naivete. “For you are our God.”
Part Two – Family:
Not for the first time, i found myself out of love with the day, so i invited my friends to my boredom.
Christ, despite leaving his lonely pedestal, looked exceedingly glum. “Their imagination mistook me for a god so now i find myself failing their expectations,” he sighed. A tear dribbled down his cheek.
“Now the power of their belief will imprison you until religion becomes myth,” sympathized the Devil.
And so i cried, for at least they were victims of others’ device.
After they left, i realized that experiences, not blood, conceived families. Thus my family and the Trinity stands: Jesus, the Devil and Me. In the mirror we bear a remarkable resemblance.