The MadMan Diaries

Men on trees
--------------------

Silence is unrealistic physics when you stand in the midst of thousands. But the counter proves itself in those rare moments when time seems to stop.

Ever felt that your reflexes were getting better ? When you see things move slower than they should be. When all you can hear is the deafening silence. Then you feel the blood rush and your heartbeats pound out JBL mega bass into your head. Without warning, everything forwards back into real-time ! Your feet crumble and the blood splashes across your face. The pain floods back through the veins that are drained. And that's exactly what happened to the protagonist of this tale.

He walked with bare feet and blurred vision. He stumbled through the screaming crowds. He was like an anchor , the root of the tree.They had him chained and whipped. He wore a crown of thorns. He was destined to have the most famous name in the world. He walked a man and his death would make him a god.

There are so many beliefs born out of violence, that they actually coined the word 'martyr' to accomodate them. Example: Che Guevara -More famous dead than alive !

Its our need to have emotion so strong it inspires. Which one though ? Happiness and sorrow are dancers at the same level on the emotion scale. But anger ... anger has only ego to question its high ground. From anger springs hatred, jealousy, guilt, repentance , sorrow , sadness , happiness.....and list goes on. And a combination of those is the cycle followed by martyrdom.
The protagonist was a radical thinker. He was a leader of men and he matched wits with others who claimed right to his place. He was a visionary and he knew that he would be betrayed by a man who shared in his food and in 3 letters of his name. He had counted on it. It may have been the best marketting strategy devised. The emotional high that followed his martyrdom gave him a following like no other. His was a religion that preached the moral high ground. His was a religion that based itself on all human emotion. It was happiness, sorrow, hatred, anger and respect. And only with all of them together could he sit upon a throne.

So ultimately, the protagonist was nailed to this cross of wood. He thirsted , hungered and bled. He looked up at the heavens and he looked down on men. He preached,yet no one believed him. He claimed that structures would fall with his passing. They did, the moment he died. Then the Romans looked up at him and said " Crap !! Now we're screwed ! "

And all of them , like all human spirits found another to share blame with. They pointed at an old fig tree . It had a man on it. A noose on his neck and a bag of silver in his hand.

He took all blame for damning the crucified man.But if it weren't for him , a god would never have been. So my dear reader, you have to ask yourself this, about these men on trees...who came first ? The God or the man ?

Sincerely yours,
pshfffft