Existence Womb (30)

    
   "Existence Womb (30)"
    
   Miriam and Buck were in the A-Team van.  It was a starlit night--the big neon glitter illuminating our weak perspective of the Universe and the Multiverse that lurks behind, animating, forging, crafting, designing with intelligence.  The twosome were on the topic of Spinoza's Pantheism, laughing at how all of Christ's works were metaphors, but for some reason the crucifixion was as real as dog shit turning white.  Furthermore, that this Universal Omnipotence didn't really care; regardless, maybe He has work to do, but humanity has the Celestial Hierarchy, Saints, and Catholic Werewolves, always on high alert to drag you out of the reptilian mire, that toxic quicksand more stupefying than bone magic or blood hungry vampires.
   
BUCK
People just don't give a crap--I've witnessed it since my birth during the 3rd Century, anno Domini I'm talk'n.  Look, we've been at each others' throats for many a millennia, and for what?  To be pathetic pawns.  Controlled, manipulated; plus, now the government is in on it it with their crafty high-tech toys.  Nobody listened to Reagan when he said that THEY were already among us--or looked further into the Gospels, about entertaining angels, which of course brings up the implication, that some entertain demons.  We have a Monotheistic God, but in every Monotheistic text, there is mention of the others.  Of course, there's a myriad or more than just tens of thousands of life forms, but we're too busy with Internet porn, cold six-packs, benzos, and reality television--nobody gives a load of stinking crap.  Anyway, sorry for venting, but your Dad is okay.  My telepathy is sincerely picking up on him.  He's on a bike nearing the Canadian border.  
  
MIRIAM
Thanks for sharing so much with me Buck.  Thanks for being my friend and all.
  
BUCK
I won't stop Miriam.  I won't break my oath to your father--he saved my life from some government spooks keeping me on Haldol so I wouldn't shift.  Damn anti-psychotics.  Good if haunted by demons, like a scientific exorcism; otherwise, shouldn't be used. 

MIRIAM
My Dad saved your life?
   
BUCK
Another story for another time.  We should just watch the Heavens through the Moon roof and be in awe, always having reverence for Divine Sublimity.

MIRIAM
I agree.  And after blushing; then, getting a hold of herself--she took Buck's hand lovingly.