Thursday, July 7, 2011

A little chat

Two weeks ago, I've met the One With Many Names. We talked for hours. I asked him what his true name was; he didn't reply. I've insisted on the question, and he started raging, screaming, burning everything in his way. I've asked him if he didn't like talking about his True Name because of some weird hocus pocus effect, or if it was to avoid being detected by God.

He answered, infuriated: "The True Name of a being is the greatest source of power one can posess over that being. Were you to know my True Name, you would be my Master, and I would be your slave. You would become my God; you would be wherever I would be, you would know whatever I know, you would be able to do with me anything your wicked mind could conjure up. I retain an obsessive consideration for myself, y'see; I won't part with my soul to any fool, and everything else may burn. When humans were created, I would continue to worry only with the conservation of my immortality, and should your foul race disappear, I'll try to hold any of you from reaching the dullness of Paradise."

He's a renegade, I wondered. Someone to be pitied. Clever we have been to deny him influence over our fate, but he may have some truth yet to part with us about our sponsors up above.
 
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