Existence Womb (54)

   
   "Existence Womb (54)"
   
   Buck was intrinsically haunted by the spirit of the wolf before the Black Madonna became animated and prayed for his magnanimous Lycanthropy, way back in the early centuries when Saint Helena swayed her son Constantine Christways; moreover, he (Constantine) saw the alien/angelic cross flying through the azure sky--they've been dropping out of the heavens since before the construction of Sumerian Cuneiform.  And now Buck felt so ashamed of the lack of knowledge possessed by humans as quasi-academia drills bullshit into the brains of youth, the government insisting upon such, as George Bush knew:  "We are not ready to know--it would freak us to the core."  As would the knowledge of his search for King Solomon's Ring that was inscribed with the true name of the Abrahamic God, able to have an uncanny impact upon the fallen.  So, sitting in the Calgary snowfall, Miriam strutted up to him.
  
MIRIAM
Whatcha doin?

BUCK
All the supposed fables, and they still don't sink into the skulls of conscious men.  Language invented, and all cultures write of God and the lesser gods.  As if nothing is going on except the light of Bud Light and frat sex; next, a crummy job that defines you; then, you die, not even taking Pascal's wager to heart.  

MIRIAM
Relax, the coyote will bring the Great Spirit or Grandfather to the people.  And you're kinda like a coyote.

BUCK
The globe would be in a state of phobic terror.  The whole world put on anti-psychotics, like you were.

MIRIAM
And look how well I've adapted, like the coyote--adaption is true for most men.

BUCK
Save the power hungry.

MIRIAM
Screw those infected by the root of all evil.  There is more, and I'm gonna tell.
   
   Buck looked at her sternly, knowing this would mean the ignition of the angelic/human wars.