SAY TO YOURSELF, I AM GOD.
That’s right. Imagine it.
Now, do some tricks, try out Your powers.
Hide in a far Nothing
at the edge of light. Drift near Far Tortuga in a leaky turtle boat. Melt an
icecap, craft a crop circle, have sex with a virus.
Now, go to the city of Washington and read a few
minds. Pick up a copy of the Washington Post.
Hang out with a drug or weapons lobbyist at a local bar. Try to reconcile the
biases, irrationalities, and politics You encounter into something that makes
sense for the good of all.
In other words, try to un-Babel this city...
You cannot.
It is impossible, even for You. Being all-powerful, You
have “created” a place even You will never sort out.
Short of an alien invasion or flaming snakes from the sky (at least twice a week), two worlds will always prevail in Washington and
trump all Godlike efforts: the World of Idols
and the World of Ideals.
