My Imaginary Friend

He is all seeing and knowing, my imaginary friend.
Ask me anything you want? he calmly requests.
The future is void and without form.
Anything could happen in the next half hour.

The scriptwriter of perception, my imaginary friend.
I think therefore I am: Or; am I? I hurriedly ask.
If you paraphrase your peers you will walk
endlessly in circles, he warns.

Every day he is with me, my imaginary friend.
So, I ask him: Who were the pollinators of Eden?
He smiles at me and whispers:
The gods themselves came later than creation.

He protects me from myself, my imaginary friend.
Wisest is he who knows what he does not know.
She cannot compete with him.
Her satisfaction is temporary..

My imaginary friend was the real myth of the cave, he says.
And he explains to me;
the deception of the shadows.
Bewildered, I gaze in awe. How can I doubt him?

I'm in the primeval playground with my imaginary friend.
He shows me a pair of scissors. These cannot be improved.
Nevertheless he courteously invites:
Here is my atomic Lego.

What is your greatest invention? I ask my imaginary friend.
I listen as he shifts; north; south; east; west.
Common sense is not common. Neither is a common cause.
But. We have so much in common!


Capability Red           December 2015