The thing stood in silence while I charged ahead with the fairies in my mind.
21st Century deadly epidemic. One word. Normal."
"Normal?" It asked, perplexed.
"Not as dramatic but just as lethal." I said.
"How?" It asked.
Normal is not the nature of reality. Normal is not the state of human affairs. Normal is not the reality of cosmos. And, yet, to be normal and to fit in has become an all consuming quest. Someone's got to see that chasing after normal is the same as chasing after a flawed, pale version of reality.
"Why does it matter so much to you?" It asked.
Because the ones who do not suffer from this epidemic are labeled as losers, freaks, weirdos and are bullied into insanity.
"Are you okay?"
"Look around at the cosmos and its many mysteries and wonders. Read about the physics and chemistry of our cosmos, look at the night sky and contemplate the billions and billions of galaxies out there and explain to me how any of this is even remotely normal. News flash. It isn't. Our cosmos is mind boggling, strange, extraordinary and surreal. Look at the despicable state of human affairs. Rapes, Murders, Wars, Kidnappings and whatnot. Is any of this in anyway normal? It isn't. Look at nature - the oceans and the mountains, the snowflakes and the desert. Is any of this normal? Nothing about the cosmos or about the human existence is remotely ordinary. So, why the fuck are we trying to be normal?"
"You don't look okay."
"There must be some kind of - be yourself, think for yourself, honor the truth - vaccine out there. Will you help me look for it?"
"You should take it easy."
"I feel like utter crap. I need to sleep."
The thing took off for its galaxy as I took off into the world of sleep.
The thing loomed before me like a fantastic phantasmagoria. I looked at it and smiled, feeling in my core the revival of my deeply, hopelessly, desperately romantic soul.
"Why do you mock?" It asked.
"I do not."
"I meant, the human race. Why does humanity mock, sneer, jeer and bully?"
"Because we are beasts. And, because we are slow in the making."
"How so?" It asked.
"Once upon a time, we were hunters fighting predators and we mocked and bullied each other for simple survival and food, shelter and water in the jungles. And, here we are. Fighting phantom predators, lost causes and sneering, mocking and bullying the crap out of each other in the concrete jungle. So many years. And, yet." I looked away at my bookshelf with a dramatic sneer.
"So, its evolution?"
"Its desecration at its best."
"How can this be fixed?" It asked.
"Beats me. You can't separate the beast from the beast. The beast prowls and growls beneath its cape of modern civilization."
"So, no way out?"
"Of course, there's a way out. If we start to catch on fire every time we mock, bully, scoff and sneer, of course we will stop."
"I see." It said.
"So, when you get to your galaxy, don't forget to tweak the physics, chemistry and biology of our galaxy, so we can potentially rid ourselves of the beast and the beast."
The thing nodded and prepared to depart.
I wanted to cry and go wherever the thing was going.
It came from the stars. And, it engaged me in a conversation.
"Is enlightenment even a goal these days? Or awareness?" It asked.
"Not that I know of." I said.
"Whatever happened to pursuing absolute freedom and a profound awareness of reality and human nature?" It asked.
"Its a monk thing to do, these days. I suppose, only saints scorch and blaze this path, now a days." I said.
"So, who is putting together the ultimate jigsaw puzzle of cosmos, of your existence and its meaning?" It asked.
"Beats me. I haven't come across anyone who is even remotely thinking about walking down that path. Maybe, a few scientists and a few saints out there."
"Really? Why?" It asked.
I smiled and ventured to render the moment a little theatrical by being dramatic and emphatic about my jaded love affair with 21st century humanity.
"The grand adventure
The poetry of stars
The symphony of cosmos
The transcendental beauty of nature
The beat of our own destiny
The feats of our own truest identity -
Is a thing of past
Certainly, not how we do it in the 21st century"
It stared at me. And, then it looked away at the sky.
"How can we fix this?" It asked.
How long I have waited to talk about this." Who would have known it did be an alien. I thought to myself.
"Whats in it for you?" I asked, curious.
"Its my path, my destiny to walk into galaxies and restore clarity of reality." It said.
"Okay. I propose a dynamic holographic projection of the inside of a body, mind and soul. Just so that humanity can become vividly aware of the destruction they are wreaking upon their body, mind and soul by all of their mindless, soulless and blind pursuits."
"Really? You sure?"
"Nope. Not at all, sure, but that's as close as you an get to an instant 21st century awareness paradigm." I said.
"Alright, lets do this." It said.
It closed its eyes. And, I seemed to have opened mine. I was wide awake, in my bed, blinking away, confused and exhilarated.
Just a dream. Sadly.
Or was it?