Monster

Monster

 

I just saw a photograph of a horse drawn buggy crossing Arizona just about a hundred years ago. After 6000 years of civilization. Or 20,000 years of humanity—whichever is your frame of reference. 

 

Now you just drive across Arizona in your Honda civic or f-150 or bmw. 

 

Life was so fucking hard. It is so much better.  You just seek any problem and destroy the whole car.  If there isn’t a problem, you’ll find a seam and seek it and destroy the whole thing.  All of civilization. I think you just exist to find or create problems.  And whether you know it or not, to destroy civilization. 

 

Now there are a million problems with the automobile and oil and environment and plastics and money and modernity and corporations and capitalism and limited government instead of monarchy.  All the things that make it so we don’t have to ride a horse across Arizona.  Now we all are tele-microscopic.  We all are daughters and sons in your choir.

 

And you are super-smart.  And super-lovable.  And super-attractive.  So everyone worships you.  you are very talented at winning our hearts and guts.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think you are the devil.  Maybe you don’t even know it.  Maybe you signed a deal somewhere along the line.  Maybe you just work for the devil.  A beautiful temptress.  Not an ugly monster.

 

The devil doesn’t come to you as an enemy, it comes to you as a friend. And if I had to guess, the anti-devil appears to be an ugly monster to you.