May 21, 2020
I’m lost in the stars above
Consumed in my reflection
Distracted from my condemnation
They join me in consciousness
Malcolm awoke with the strongest feeling that he had experienced something profound, but could not recall what it was. He had the vague notion that it had happened in a dream, but try as he might, he could not grasp on to any tangible concept.
He continued his day in much the same way he had for several weeks: by writing.
At some point late that evening, Malcolm found the following tweet from one of his most trusted confidants, The Philosopher. This was the man who taught him the socratic method, through his book, “A Manual for Creating Atheists.”
What’s a great argument to convince someone that what people believe matters?
Quite narcissistically, Malcolm simply posted a link to his research.
Whereas every other reply had received a response from The Philosopher, Malcolm’s was immediately followed with a group reply:
That was 45 minutes. Thanks for making me think. It’s past 1:00am, need to get some sleep.
Within 24 hours, the Philosopher had completely scrubbed Twitter of all tweets, dating all the way back to 2015.
Another empty echo. It’s always an empty echo.
This was their game. This was Malcolm’s Solitary Confinement.
And somehow, he knew that release was imminent.
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His figure benighted
By revelation on his face
Beyond all refutation
And I understand his intentions
But don’t say a word