I can’t feel my legs. I am the cast-off aborted fetus of society. I hate myself. This food is so bad I can’t shit it. I am afraid. There is a hole in the center of the floor of my cell. There is no toilet paper.
I remember that scene in Slaughterhouse 5 with the brave British prisoners of war, who shaved every day and who were very well mannered. This is not that.
Alaska. I used to know a joke about Alaska.
I must surely be mad.
Marla, Marla, Marla, Marla, Where are you Marla? When we need you? Fellows! Tap tap tap. Would have thought it too cold for rats this size.
These voices. These commands. This revelation. Listen! Risen! I! Risen! Dirk! is I am I! One who is I am! I see! See I see! Yes I Yes! I Dirk I am! Risen I am Risen. What need have we for gods? For leaders? See yes I see. Ego no Id Ego transformed Ego destroyed! All one! All one! I in all! I in one! Dirk I am. Yes, children, yes. I show you will the way! Will the Way! Dirk I am he is risen I am. There is more to this than is known to your philosophy. Dirk is one! Dirk is all! Dirk I am! I, Dirk, am I!