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James takes a final suck from his cigarette before throwing it away into the gutter. Watching it float away atop the city’s grease and water he speaks for the first time in what has to have been 200 years. – I know what you’re thinking.-

Is he speaking to you?

- You are thinking where do I get off judging you people?.-

Wait, is James talking to you or just rambling again. 4 billion years stuck here on Earth can drive anyone a little nutty.

- As if I am not one of you. - James starts walking towards the Holy Resurrection Serbian Orthodox Skete Monastery. – I have seen all of mankind’s greatest failures from the creation of God to the silly belief in love. I have been here every time you pathetic humans stumble when the God you created gives you the golden path.-

James almost seems unaware of the world around him outside the two of you walking in the darkest part of California’s ghettos. – There are two things I always get called on by the so called wise men about the last statement. Every one from Plato all the way down to Bill Clinton. I know, say what you will about that horny chubby chaser but that man knew how to get people to believe in him, Plato I mean. Plato once said that a truly wise man can know nothing but know it so well that people around him will make it the truth, but I digress the arguments I have always start with that statement and it’s two “hot buttons.”- James motions the quotations with his fingers as a tall blonde passes him by and spits in his face.

She lingers at James with complete disgust – You loser get a fuckin’ job, get off the street you pathetic mother fucker.- She continues down the road swaying almost to tease knowing you will never have her.

- HEY Jackass Over Here – James smiles at you - I knew that would happen. That is the problem with you humans a pretty face with a dirty mouth can draw you away from what will probably be the greatest lesson you will ever learn, outside of a cartoon style drawing course at community college. – James snaps his fingers at you to make the point stick.

- Ok where was I oh yah the creation of God. James eyes can’t help but roll at the idea that you of all people would even question this idea. – Look I know God created the human race, but he was smarter than to just make you and expose himself to you at such an early age. He ain’t some exhibitionist pedophile (that is what the Lucifer would have done, but we will get back to that asshole later). God had planned on doing this when your species reached maturity, but God love yah I don’t think you’ll ever get there. So in God’s divine wisdom he gave you the power to create he who is called I am, the power of conscious thought. Which believe me is more powerful than 800 nuclear bombs strapped to a near sighted suicide bomber.-

James crossed the street walking through the traffic like he was the thread to the street’s hem lining. The streets were a translucent dress and James is the final touch to the bloomer that hides the sins within. James steps large out of the path of speeding Mercedes just before continuing.

- So, how could God let us create something that already exists? Easy, ok so God exists in only one place inside those who believe in him, right? So while he created humans he did not create himself in the fact that no one believed in him yet. Poof, the instant humans where created and given conscious thought he was torn from existence. Because a belief is nothing more than a blind faith of a truth we all know the moment we discovered him we gave him an existence, right? Wrong, God only exists because we know he does, and as any philosopher worth his weight in crappy hemp flip flops will tell you. Knowledge comes from experiencing a truth and the truth, while out there existing peacefully before our experience it, does not exist until we allow it. Once the first human experienced God with the belief in him he returned to existence. - As if he was always in this pose James is staring to the sky with his arms raised in defeat. As his foot steps onto the curb he is missed by a Wal-Mart diesel by an immeasurably minute distance. He turns to see if you are still listening.

- Don’t worry if you don’t get it that one caused Socrates himself to die of a brain aneurysm.- James laughs at the look on your face. – Humans make the funniest faces when they don’t understand. - James squishes his face into the resemblance of a child’s first bitter taste of sour.

James continues towards the monastery, and looks back to check up on you. – You coming, I gotta get laid? -