He was sitting on one of the chairs. There were many. Obnoxiously lined and emitting an utterly disgusting odor of order. The room was waiting to be filled by other men as well. A flash flood of humanity in the ordained hour of this universe of a room: Thus it shall again be purged in the sweet smell of chaos.
Men
The right rib of the omnipresent
Are
The great architects of chaos
All order must thus divulge into chaos and chaos thus into order. This being the flux of all things moving imagined understood remembered escaped or merely silently forgotten. God being the mediocritic meter of animal to measure his own departure from nature.
His eyelid dropped and recovered. The blink of an eye. Water to the soil of our vision. Wiper of dreams. The future was filled in a blink. Roaring animals, laughing staring. Millions of dreams watching each other. All with their self desecrated religions, imposing their savage rudeness of misinterpreted, ever so misunderstood misunderstandings toward one another. All hail the lies of this theatre. What men shall believe!
In
The ladder of sequence of all things
Men
Were second last, just above their god
His mouth opened. Something to speak. Communication was the essence of our wars. That is our superiority. Communication and was. All animals mark their territories and trespass. It is the glad rule of nature. But no animal hails a god. None goes to war from behind masked purposes.
Thus
The man shall eventually speak
All
Else in his voice shall fall silent
And he spoke. All things quitened. His voice a music of nature. Harmony of octaves. His voice the trumpet of man. He must be heard.
They
Heard him in silence
Then
Turned white toward each other
Prisoner of surprise. He already knew. The predictability of men. They heard him and broke their silence with a vow. Threw him in the deepest dungeon of their land. Never again shall his breath meet the air that any shall breathe. Never again shall man be allowed to speak. Those animals. Men.
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