I entered into the cathedral and was greeted by many of sights. A prostitute, a bar tender, and a blind man. It seems as though I found the party. Why didn't anyone tell me? I quickly shuffled my way past the riff-raff, and with good timing too. I saw the blind man hand the prostitute $50, for GOD knows what. I wish he knew how holy she was.
As I moved past the occupied confessional booths, I saw the blind man and the prostitute enter an empty booth. "Someone's been sinful!" I 'scoffed loud enough for them to hear. I moved to the sole unoccupied confessional, and closed the curtain behind me. I knelt. -Wink-
There was a seat for me to sit, but I really needed some inspiration. A clergyman finally entered the booth and sat down. He asked me, "Why have you come here today?" I spoke, "Dear father, I have sinned..." The clergyman replied, "Haven't we all?" with a cutesy chuckle. "Isn't that against any sense of morality?", I said with a definite seriousness about me. "I suppose that depends on your definition of 'morality". ...and in the back of my mind I kept hearing, "He's right, it's all an illusion Mr. Anderson". Fuck allusions. Damn subliminal messages.
"Tell me what ails you my son, and I will help to resolve your troubles."
Already frustrated, I slowly mustered my meaning: "Everyone decays and I have no method to fight the stains."
After a second, the clergyman responded: "Why fight? Why not decay alongside friends?"
"Because morality is my view of humanity."
"What you describe is stupidity. You must indulge and become one with the world to understand it. This is humanity."
Out of breath and blank minded, I desperately searched for words to attach to my feelings. So sad that I never found them. "Who exactly do you preach for? Do you tempt me or am I truly the fool here?" Relaxing lazily in his chair, the clergyman responded, "Fools are easily fooled. The real question is: Do you intend to fool yourself or others?"
As I moved past the occupied confessional booths, I saw the blind man and the prostitute enter an empty booth. "Someone's been sinful!" I 'scoffed loud enough for them to hear. I moved to the sole unoccupied confessional, and closed the curtain behind me. I knelt. -Wink-
There was a seat for me to sit, but I really needed some inspiration. A clergyman finally entered the booth and sat down. He asked me, "Why have you come here today?" I spoke, "Dear father, I have sinned..." The clergyman replied, "Haven't we all?" with a cutesy chuckle. "Isn't that against any sense of morality?", I said with a definite seriousness about me. "I suppose that depends on your definition of 'morality". ...and in the back of my mind I kept hearing, "He's right, it's all an illusion Mr. Anderson". Fuck allusions. Damn subliminal messages.
"Tell me what ails you my son, and I will help to resolve your troubles."
Already frustrated, I slowly mustered my meaning: "Everyone decays and I have no method to fight the stains."
After a second, the clergyman responded: "Why fight? Why not decay alongside friends?"
"Because morality is my view of humanity."
"What you describe is stupidity. You must indulge and become one with the world to understand it. This is humanity."
Out of breath and blank minded, I desperately searched for words to attach to my feelings. So sad that I never found them. "Who exactly do you preach for? Do you tempt me or am I truly the fool here?" Relaxing lazily in his chair, the clergyman responded, "Fools are easily fooled. The real question is: Do you intend to fool yourself or others?"
