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Only two left now includes the lady with hair tied so that it pulls her face taut and who makes proprietorial comments about him.

You know she says addressing the subject, you only drink since you are under pressure. 

The subject has shrugged off one by one his clothes and now has the baleen look of a former athlete. 

His sympathetic mate takes one last filched beer away in the dark then she follows as he advances steadily toward catalepsy in movements till only myself the stranger is left. 

Sit down he says to me.

He tells of swimming race across the heads he won for his father who could not walk and also of the woman whose life he saved.

I am thinking his stories are like the touching up of paintings on a psyche.

He tells of the award and says to me big head still as bronze I don’t like your words just listen.

I had not spoken but he was right, words were thoughts yes, I was trying to figure was there any gesture I could make to try to help him. 

Couple so much life left in them, son with disability, woman must have been his mother. Extravagant tributes flow joyfully from her, she is taking him out, explosion of colour and hope, such a wonderful luminous day. In those summer days, the bright sun, see the pure shapes it makes lighting up bricks, the concrete honored, the trees lightly burnished, as they both went forth. Death was never far away and edging closer, something in us forgets and helps us to believe this life can last forever, something in the way we are made.

Qualities of the human body and its psyche evolved to give an evolutionary advantage and so be more likely to be passed on and normalised.

There is a moment between sleep and wakefulness when a commanding voice may be heard, coming perhaps from a drama from further back in the dream. It seems to be the sudden intervening authority of an awesome power.

Without the benefit of the hard headed skepticism which we have also evolved as a species, it could only be as it seemed – presence and voice moved though a veil from another world.

The digestive parts were perhaps at war with each other sparring and gurgling while the sleeping brain for its part had tried to withdraw amid troubling fears of relationships with loved ones and always lurking death.

After that  moment, imagine how his authority and importance now swelled up to impose various doctrines and religious themes born for the adherence of others.

The whole charismatic show for a thousand years collapses apiece if you take away that moment he mistook his own mere inner voice for the interactions of a god.